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| destiny was that cafe table... |
| by neeraj |
| i was stepping down the stairs of my college. to it's left was our canteen. evening rays were highlighting her black hair glow blonde. she was sipping a cup of coffe and was all alone. she was fondling her own long hair and was blowing the steam out of the her hot coffe cup. my throat was boiling without any reason, holding my breath i slowed down to get a glimpse of her. i got her profile sketched by the red twilight rays reminding me my destiny is she...n rest is history. we are destined to love. |
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