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Diaries-1

(this one's dedicated to the one who inspired it.. Peanut)

Wish I could write a poem
A verse to make you see
You mean more than all world
And all it holds, for me

Wish I knew what I could say
Or what I could do
To make you feel the love for me
I’ve always felt for you.

--Anonymous

The beginning

A few minutes for the clock to strike 12, Maya was filled with anticipation. She lay on the bed trying hard to read a book. “It’s no big deal” she told herself, “you gotta be studying gal, c’mon now, hmmm” . She began reading aloud. Not of much use. “so who is it gonna be this time” No guesses. She impatiently awaited for the phone to ring. And ring it did, dot when the cell flashed 00. All too eager, she picked the call, without even botherin to chec the number.

Stunned by the voice on the other end-- a stranger, yet not so much; the words ordinary, yet so special

“Hello!! Happy Birthday!” she felt like in a dream, lost for words…

“______ here” the voice continued bringing her back to reality.

“ya hi, thanks” she struggled to find something else to speak, squeezing a ‘studyin’ in between.

She hung up the phone, after some 5 minutes, still in a daze to even recollect the words the voice had uttered.

Twas the most unexpected call of her life—A birthday gift she d never forget(!?!)

...to be contd.

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