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the first fruits of my self-determined genius…

I harbour a special fondness for pen and paper; I have nothing against computers, trust me. I am forever indebted to this creation of mankind (yeah, i work in the ITES industry) and I love the fact that it never ceases to amaze me. But there's something about filling up pages and pages of thoughts in ink...nevertheless, I love the concept of blogging. Add to this the fact that I spend three-quarters of my time (life???) bickering with my computer, blogging is my best bet to spill my thoughts! :)
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Posted by larkascending on November 28, 2007

Why are the most awaited moments always a blur in memory?

Those kind eyes exuding warmth, with a tired expression from racing past each day to the soft, tingling voice, exactly the way I imagined it to be

Am I seeing more than I remember? Am I remembering more than I see?

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