He took out the blade from its white paper-cover and stared at it for a few seconds. The light from the fluorescent tubelight overhead reflected on the steel edge of the blade.
He whispered to himself, "No turning back...".
Slowly and deftly, he cut the words on his left forearm.
"लाल गुलाब"
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Saturday, 8 December 2007
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2 comments:
lovely words & the feelings!
huh?
Laal gulaab??
huhhh.. again...
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