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unretentive, oblivious

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He unearthed the mp3 player that she gifted him on his birthday.

She has stopped listening to their favourite songs they used to
listen on the shop stairs on their favourite street.

He hates that.
Music was their therapy.

He bought new earphones, put in new songs and his ears are
plugged for some 10 hours a day. The mp3 player is breathing now!

Why now, the justice to the player?
He reasons, ‘ She was my song, my music’.

And nothing else matters….

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3 responses to “Untitled

  1. iridescentrica December 20, 2009 at 6:18 pm

    loooong world man!

  2. athira January 1, 2010 at 10:02 am

    love is in the air!! 🙂

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