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:
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!!
Beautiful Priyanka. Well done!!! once again.
nicely written prii!
details are beautiful!
Boy!!! i cannot comment on this priyanka....well....???? but nevertheless very well expressed.
hey nice stuff dere!
Nicely written.
i like your blogs very much..
Beautiful...both the expressions and the content!
ms priyanka..u sure remember u have a friend called ramesh...haha..hey..sure u doing well..take care..and stay connected
priyaaa..hiiii...
cute truth loved it !!!
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
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