Music flows randomly across the room trying at it’s best to inveigle the mind and it’s surrounding. The book that lay on the table yearning for a touch now no longer looks concerned … it has given up on its reader since early morning. The bed that is tired of it’s occupant looks messy … desiring … wanting … expecting some breathing space but even that seems to be a distant dream. It has to wait for tomorrow - the beginning of another week …. another sun ….. another horizon.....
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
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"The bed that is tired of it’s occupant looks messy … desiring … wanting … expecting some breathing space "
nice words...enjoyed well... take care...
i feel it was a best morning experience.
//it has given up on it’s reader since early morning.// ---> okay...i have about 120 books saying this to me now. :)
Kalai: thanks as always
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Jeevan: I would love to hear abt it ... how abt a post on that :) many thanks
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Siva[Ghost Particle]: so wht did u do ... let them yearn or made love to them :) thank u
Alok
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