Thursday, May 21, 2009

Just Friends


He noticed that she had precisely 108 kinds of moods and matching smiles. She wore her silver watch on the right wrist, instead of the traditional left. Her plain gold ring-band shifted fingers on her right hand, while her left hand was left beautifully un-ornamented. Her favourite colour changed everyday. He knew, without ever being told that she dressed her best when she was most upset. She vehemently argued over the mundane and silently endured the extraordinary. She loved children. Friends were her life. He knew her better than anyone else ever could. Still, they were just friends.

12 comments:

Indrajit said...

This makes for an interesting read, rather something taht's pretty much we most of the times come across in films,etc, but the details here wd have been unfounded anywhere..

Subtle selection of powerful lines..
Gr8!!

yamini said...

Beautiful Priyanka. Well done!!! once again.

Miss Cynical ღ Åйu ღ said...

nicely written prii!
details are beautiful!

nituscorner said...

Boy!!! i cannot comment on this priyanka....well....???? but nevertheless very well expressed.

fatoori said...

hey nice stuff dere!

rimz said...

Nicely written.

rimz said...

i like your blogs very much..

Krishanu said...

Beautiful...both the expressions and the content!

R. Ramesh said...

ms priyanka..u sure remember u have a friend called ramesh...haha..hey..sure u doing well..take care..and stay connected

R. Ramesh said...

priyaaa..hiiii...

Vigneshwar said...

cute truth loved it !!!

Anuradha said...

Ummm...the woman in the story is very familiar...its a really short story...it felt as if a random thought had just crossed the author's mind and she took a pen and jotted down that thought...beautiful...touching