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Confessions of a confused soul - 7



" I know what you are thinking. That I always act like this. That I always make a mess and you have to clean it up.

That's not the only version of our relationship you know. You mess up too. More than you can imagine or realize.

Remember the time you got drunk in college party?

What about when you got so jealous of me for winning that stupid debate?

You are not perfect either you know. You have flaws too.

Yeah am lazy. Also have a problem with authority. Maybe I don't listen to you all the time. And its you who always calls not me. But still you are also not perfect.

You are so competitive, I mean you should thank me that I am lazy enough to not compete with you.

You are so girly. Why they hell should your lipstick match your shoes? I can never understand that part - I dont think anybody does.

And why do you get to get angry in every one of our fights. This time its freaking my turn to be angry. I am not going to mop around and wonder how to pacify you.

And am definitely not going to grovel at your feet.



I mean I can ask you sorry once.. Once ok.. because I did get your white shirt stained with coffee.. But that's it once..

And don't even try to cry at me. I am not going to melt this time.

I mean I know you loved that shirt so you are going to cry. But not more than 10 drops ok.

But this fight is going on record that am not the one who messes all the time.

Except I did mess this time.. so...

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Damn !!! I am coming over please forgive me......"






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  1. hahahahaha....one way it brings a smile on me for the wonderful spat in this conversation...otherway around..how tender our heart is...it reflects in this petty conversation..

    Accusing and getting abused is a part of any friendship..but it all depends on how we hold that conversation in our heart or mind..If it is mind..then it will matter most...but if it is in our heart it just sinks and drains...

    Superb way to bring the essence of friendship..Just talk and get those nasty feel away instead of brooding over small petty things...

    superb nivi...and nivi special once again...!!!

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  2. Haha, a funny read Nivedita. But fights, anger, forgiveness, and love - aren't that what friendships are all about?! :D

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