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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Number of Years

Shreya was standing by the window of her hall. She had just turned deaf on her mother's rant until,

"You wasted 3  years behind him," Her mother raged in anger and at the same time spoke in a  desperate voice.

Shreya thought, she always gets the no. of years wrong. Can't blame her, I never told her much. 

Just then her brother came and stood beside her and handing her a cup of tea.He asked,

"What's cooking here?"

Shreya smiled,"She always gets the no. of  years wrong."

 "Does it matter? "

Shreya let a sigh! "Frankly, even I don't know."

"What do you mean? "

Shreya kept staring out of the window, it was a long pause. She then said "I don't know if he even ever loved me, worse, I don't know if I ever wanted him in my life. "

He felt like giving her hug and tell her "Its past, The more you rake it up, more you hurt yourself," however he simply stood there silent, joining her to watch nothingness of the world.

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