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Overheard: words from half a conversation, past nudging the present. I look up. She smiles. Words ensue. Inevitably, the question pops out. "Are you from Madras?" Her face lights up. "You too?" disbelievingly. "Yeah" I confess. "Do you stay with your parents?". "No, they live back home. In India. I live alone". Observed: Heartfelt sympathy.
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Espied: a stranger's startled upward glance. A smile offered. A conversation sparked. The question "Are you from Madras?", unexpected. To travel half the world and hear this on my first bus trip. Startled into commitment, "I shifted here as soon as I got married. With my husband." Her steady gaze met fleetingly. Recognised: Heartfelt sympathy.
Note: Y'know how they say there's nothing original left to say, anymore? I have to admit that at the very least there'sno original way left to say it in.
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I really like the two sides of the story. Maybe I'll give it a shot when I feel a tad bit more inspired...
Yeah great idea wonderfully executed :-)
Revealed, I really liked what I read on your page
"Are you from Madras?":D
@wiseling: It's quite challenging really. Who'd have thought 55s were so difficult :P.
@shreyasi: Ty :).
@Anony: :D (Are you TMWWT btw? cos I do wish you'd say if you are).
What difference does that make? :)
The diff it makes is that I'll know whether to be nasty or nice :D. Hehehe.
And you obviously know what I am going to ask next...
Hehehe. That's for me to know and you to find out :D
so, you link to me on the words 'no original way to say it' you got a point there??
heh. jespulling leg.enjoyed the 55s
@n: *sheepish grin*. Didn't think of it that way :P
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