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heyo ppl...
guess i have ran out of stories .. ..
but no matter .. got something to say .. , i want something to be shared ,
want something to be heard ..
Its quite surprising to me .. but yes .. i want it all to happen again ...
to go back to the childhood , to feel the rain ...
to shout out a friends name, standing under the burning sun  and calling him out to play , that "red letter", that game of "cricket", the stupid "hide and seek", the tiring game of "tag" .
go back into the time where .. i did not differenciate ..
neither caste nor religon , when love was another "yucky" something and
friendship was all that i knew..
a time when my lunch was eaten by my former friends before i had a chance at it..
would love to jump in the puddle again , would love a game of basket ball again,
would love to love again ...
alas time has its on repurcussions .. all the love stories i have ever had were meaning less and
it kept happening again..!!
its now a wish that someone would hold me for im falling into a dark abyss ..
reach for my arm for im loveless.. ..
i feel the keen sting of love , feel like i want to share that thing called love ...
i laugh at my state sometimes for i became what i feared the most ,
i cry at the dearth of love ...
i feel like dancing on songs but dont know who wil ask me for it ..
tying to be strong .. i broke myself off of it ..
but i love my life ...for this life is full of ups and downs .. if i am down today i will be up tomorrow .. but
i still wish ..
one meagre wish ..
i wish it would all happen "AGAIN
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