“Is this you?”, You asked.
I was torn. Should I , should’nt I reveal myself?
I wish it had been a stranger who had chanced upon my reflections.
But I was infinitely pleased that it was You and no one else.
Isnt it ironical it should be Today, when you cease to be no more?
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Identity,
Love, longing and relationships
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October 21, 2006 at 5:20 am
Coincidence? Drama? Beautiful, either way.
October 21, 2006 at 11:10 am
Hullo! I feel honoured to find my blog listed on your blog-roll. Thank you! Best, rama