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Love - then and now :)

Have been meaning to write this for a while - without sarcasm. But it is kind of difficult....to write about love then and now ! 
And watching Dilwale past midnight makes me think of mindlessness...... about that crazy little thing called love :P 


Then 
Strange that I found you in the most unlikely of all the places - in the pages of memory .
You were surprised that I remembered your address
How many cigarettes you smoked
And how your eyes crinkled in a smile....
And how you kissed and I cried ..
When we said goodbye ...

Now 
Stage 1. Level 1
She smiles. He likes.
She likes.    He loves.
She loves . He pretends.
          Game over 

Stage 2. Level 2

He stalks. She stalks.
He pretends. She pretends.
He confesses. She confesses.
He loves. She loves.
He leaves.She loves.
         Game over.

Stage 3 Level 3

He loves. She pretends.
He loves. She likes.
He proposes. She asks for time......
          PAUSE ! 

 And then he opens his arms  Shahrukh Khan style  and says "Pandra saal, char mahine aur dus deen....Par piche mudke dekhna nehi chaiye . Senorita, bade bade desh mein , eise chote chote baat hota hain......"
How corny ! But corn sells :D !

Comments

  1. Abhishikta3 January 2016 at 00:27

    Oh my God! :"D

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    1. amrita3 January 2016 at 01:51

      Winter afternoon, jobless, arthritis -riddled and nothing to dust :) but memories :P

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    2. Abhishikta3 January 2016 at 02:54

      Your stage 2 level 2 took my heart away :')
      Take care of the paa though <3

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