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confessions of a confused soul - 1

"I miss you.. Can I say that to you??  

Maybe.!!! 

But its not like we share confidences, hell sometimes we don't even get to say hi.

We don't share secrets. Most of the times we react by just a smile.

We never discuss unless you count innumerable unrelated view points we shared.

We dodge the personal questions. We evade answering reasons.

We never properly end the talk. Nor pick it up where we left off.

There are lots of loose ends. We try to stay as unaffected as possible, but still there is something flowing between us.

Which makes me miss you. Miss the broken talks. The ambiguous smiles and nods. 

The unwanted discussions and unrelated topics.

Miss the underlying tension in anticipating each other's response.

The dumb acting when forced to reveal a hand.

I miss you and that is where I stand.

No other emotion plagues my mind. Am completely sane and sound.

I miss you with no strings attached. You don't need to miss me am that detached." 

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  1. A golgoppa on a corner of the road gives more satisfaction than grand buffette at a star restaurants... Reason being we know what to expect and what we get... Always we feel missing feel of quick food, thoughts,words, glance than the longone. Coz of unattached strings...

    What a way to flow the thoughts...this write gives required passport and visa to nose dive into the world of confused souls...

    Nivi special after a long break...

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