When the sky is grey, and stays so for a week; when the wind is chilly, nights cold, evenings wet, and mornings gloomy. Don't you shiver?
When you suddenly catch yourself in the mirror; when the lights suddenly go out. When I ask you, won't you tell me you shiver?
I shiver. Of the cold. Of the grey, of the dampness, of the darkness.
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4 comments:
dude! u'r in b'lore!! wat'll u do in real cold? :P
Miscuzi... fair and handsome apply kar. Tab Dark 2 lite ho jaayega :)
class!!
-Saumil
you write very well- very expressive.. something hurting... and powerful.
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