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on March 07, 2005

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Just Another Person

That evening in the bus she was just another person. That evening on the boat she was just another person. That night when I bid her good night she was just another person. But two week hence she is but just another person. That day when I first started chatting with him online, he was just another person. That day when he first read my blog he was just another person. But today two months later and tens of chat later he is but another person. When she added me, she was just another person. We started chatting and she was just another person. She shared herself with me, her feelings, her thoughts, she was just another person. But today three months latter, I wait for her online she is but just another person. He was just another person that day, but today we share the same apartment. He is but just another person. In our journey of life we meet lots of people. Some for a second and some stick around a life time. But for someone to be more then “Just another p...

Trust

Seriously, this is crazy. I am not being able to write anything that I want. This has never happened before. I always have something to talk and say about. Trust is really important and any moron will tell you that and all of them say so too. But I was talking to this person on the phone the other day and she made a strange point which got me thinking. What does trust mean and how much are we willing to bet on it. I have said this before, in life all I want from my girl is that I can trust her and have a five minute conversation with her. And I never really understood why I thought that until yesterday. If you can trust someone, you automatically close your mind from all possibility of deceit and that means one less person to worry about in your life. And if you have to worry about trusting the person you are spending your life with, that is not a pretty thing. Believe me it is not. You are walking down a street and you stop to ask for directions. What happens? Somebody gives y...

The Princess of my Dream

Out there somewhere is the Princess of my dreams. She is waiting for me and I am waiting for her. Some one once explained love to me as a soul divided into two half. One part of the soul is in me and the other part is in her. For the soul to be complete I have to meet this Princess of my dreams. So how will I know that I have met her. My soul will feel complete. I will no longer be incomplete. The yin will have met the yang. She is everything that I am not. She is my best friend and she is my worst enemy. She is closest to my heart and she is the farthest from it. She brings the best out of me and she brings the worst out of me. She is my reality and she is my fantasy. In my heart she is the best that can be. She comes in my dreams every night. She walks towards me step by step. She smiles, the winds carry the smile to me and as I reach out to touch her. I can feel her feelings. The day breaks and I awake. I can live by this memory for ever. It will be in my heart for a day, week, mo...

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