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she stared at the infinitude that stretched beneath her feet, the endless blues that gave wings to her dreams and the promises... promises in sand, promises on the ripples, promises to the dawn... promises to herself; promises of a way a life would be, would be lived, would be felt... and then the confessions, confessions of deep desires, and then the waves resounding the voice back. the voice that made promises, and promises to keep them.

he stood by her silently, not wanting to disturb the tranquil figure that stood defiantly in the gushing wind, teasing it with her fragile strength. a fresh gust shook her, he drew closer, sliding his fingers between hers. she smiled.

...the promises, the promise of love, of a life together, of a home, of adventures, of a companionship to be forever. she leaned back on him, he wrapped his arms around her. she smiled back at the sea... a weak smile, one that acknowledges a defeat even before the onset of a battle. " I love him" she whispered to the breeze,it dint return to hear any more.

The sea conceded into a silent grey
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aakash said…
jeezz... i could just feel it as real as being lived. Wish it's more than a fiction. You deserve the feeling..
May 3, 2011 at 10:21 PM
nishi said…
i wish it is...
May 4, 2011 at 12:05 PM
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