RainyMemory..
RainyMemory
That freezing drops of rainthat old but dashing umbrella
that sweet moment of togetherness
that thrumble rainy smile of your
that wet lips of your.....
I remember always whenever cloud dances in the sky!
A girl on the window
A girl on the window if beauty has its picture then this is it. the day was going to end with all its tiredness and restless work the young evening was taking place his feet on to the earth the speedy train moving on his rails taking all passenger's emotion and attachments the wind was entering into all the compartments of the train without the permission The girl looking out of the window have seemed to have a bulk of thought son her mind From her fresh face, one can notice the silent enjoyment of her perhaps she was counting the mountains the trees crossing her window of the train.
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