the perfect festive look!!!!!!fashion in style

.............. www.shoppersstop.com

#1)FESTIVE 'IN' LOOK(DAY WEAR):-

1. your 1st aim is to steal the show but remember you must be comfortable in what you are and the rest is 99% done already!
2. Day wear must be subtle including ur make up!
3. lose weight if ur obese and till then wear tops like the left girl(that enhances ur shape) 
4.  if ur quite thin keep it lousy by the haulter show stopper
5. eat healthy,do some exercise (does immediately tone u down),drink lots of water and wear any of these as 3. and 4.
6. best of luck for the impressions! ;) 
7. below are the matching accessories`

ACCESSORIES:-

• remember to choose them according to your face structure
• the goggles must be chosen as-
• broad face use the black goggies
• makeup should be subtle.....for day wear just do some face compact,neutral lipstick (colors like light peach,pink,nude) / lipgloss light shade,eyeliner maybe.
• keep it simple and your hands free as much as possible

narrow faces use the red/coloured one!
YOUR READY TO LEAVE!

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#2)FESTIVE DAY LOOK('DESI RIGHT'):

1. no matter what bt if ur indian and it's an indian's ceremony i always suggest indian!
2. to be a lil different try out some of the 'hat ke' types
3. remember 'fat or thin' , perfect or not the indian dresses are a good choice
4. in case u don't have the usual ready made figure jump in for some of the brands that tailor ur figure!-like BIBA works just fine for me somehow.....and there r plenty more in shopper's stop
5. strappy can be ur look in the day unless it's cold.....and beware u need good hands for them not too thin not too fat........otherwise go in for net (comes handy)

(biba)

 -Green leggings or black
large earrings and lots of bangles!GO GAGA-the perfume` remember?

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.........a sleek elegant set should do and
need no bangles-u guessed right!

-the no strappy look........but yet fashionable and show stopping(kashish)...........

• make up suggestions are subtle makeup in day time

...............in case u can carry a red lipstick which is very bold -do it!

All accessories would do as above save the bag....

• Too much of red!so choose a new style bag-check this golden chick one!
• below the waited night dress is just there.......

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#3)THE NIGHT LIFE(BE THE  SPOT LIGHT)

A lady in a saree is all one needs!





1.  A night needs the show stopper-a saree!blessed!
2. Don't experiment too much on the 'blouse'.....the simpler the better-more ur saree gets attention!
3. Choose dark colours for the night and now's the time to make-up!
4. if ur deep skin colour-u still look great in dark colour
5. choose the in colours or as u like eg. midnight blue,lavender->
6. if ur very fair-go ahead pastels are made for u.....but even so darks rule!
7. MAKE UP- #)subtle eyes with dark lips or
   #)dark eyes and middle tone hues for lips
   #)no makeup finish is not a saviour here

When ever u want to be a show stopper.........stop at quality items(found some at shopper's stop)

the elegant one!

• if ur a complete no no to sarees then grab a salwar suit!
• it's easier to handle and ur absolutely free......but then it goes practice makes perfect
• Blacks are the best choice for night or even beauty whites....then stand out easily
• Too much is not required hold a smart look and trendy bags-ur done!
• make up as above.....for night

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my college wiffs

Upon the window sills her wet hand lay rested.The heavy rains weighing every inch of it.
......and then suddenly i heard the distant screams of ...my mother's voice it sounded like!The vague picture soon disappeared and i was singled out in the room.Sitting in the middle seat i stared blankly and my mother carelessly lifted one of her eyebrows.I had dosed off!
A peculiarly persistent conversation was always a catalyst.Suddenly i cried "OUCH...." turning back immediately i saw my friend Shreya!.......all around was my class and note worthy i was in college.That careless raised eyebrow was no longer my mother instead our mam of which subject was yet to be discovered.I stood up.......completely amazed as to how often i was able to treat trouble to delight.Under my breadth i prayed for her better half to call up and shut it all down or perhaps some meeting.......and it did.The phone rang but then she came in even more furious........luckily i was miles away then and she must have found the class empty.
Oh!well something of interest......i had banged into the last person i'd like to.Tormented were my thoughts already.Some coins jingled onto the floor.....i was purely in some blissful mood so i picked them up and a 2 word exchange.
"thankyou"
"my pleasure" ..... my jackie change smile and i was off.
Shreya and i were in the library once again pestering him for how he turned us down for books that we never intended to read.He'll remember us for a decade......not to mention the other 4 who too were part of this awesome pestering gang.On the verge of desperacy where in a complete schedule of freedom was given to us atleast much more than the starting year......we ventured into a new plan.Games this time it was.
Soumanti said, "look i'm not good in this field.....u'll have to comply"
anya said,"well be off with it who's a gold winner.....just for fun"
Soma(nw's the devil of play) said,"me too! let's sit in class"
Shreya and i huffed and puffed "u old ladies.......when wl u use ur glucose?" ,furious at our inability to persuade.
Alas persuading the neutrals we were there in front of the game room......awkwardly no girls were seen.Very odd but now the reason for entrance was far larger.....if it had to be for girls.
"common girls no shying away"////literally pushing in the unwilling ones and then following them.Our classmates eased it......we started with carom and let's say we played the gold winner standard ;) .
Then we went on to play tennis.We were weirdly miserable.......soumanti i think handed me over the bat to play.I missed almost every shot.......Siddharth guided me how to hold it(.....and this reminds me hw i had to be said just hw to hold a cricket bat though i know it now)......but i wasn't the worst player :) that was a +point all along my childhood.The day ended......no classes and before the last one we decided to leave.
Well my friends might point out i'm evading a point so for satisfaction i must agree i had once again made a nice mistake.....oh well i had called my batchmate as 'dada' :D ......well my calculations were simple .As i kept confusing so i decided to call out 'dada' mostly till 2nd yr and then no dada didi from 3rd yr onwards........probability was mostly my hits wouldn't be missed.Never mind shreya corrected me and we've worked on the magazine too.Infact i had in my 3rd yr addressed my immediate senior as junior......i cannot recall her name at the moment.
Before we left we visited our 1st yr building for some menial job......and there as we entered the class we were nt attending that very teacher was right in front.Shreya and i stopped then and there.....Soumanti turned back and ran so fast that day itself i feel she lost 2kgs!Shreya and i looked at each other and then giggled........an odd reaction bt a very common one.Luckily sir smiled and said,"What's that one's name?ask her not to run i haven't seen her!" ........we laughed harder!Now we turned and ran for our life never know when human minds turn!
This was a sober day of little mention but it indeed is part of my diary ........as far as the real point of the story is concerned i will fulfill the wishes in the next post much more than willed.

Rahul Dora and.....mystery-a strange connection[My entry for the Get Published contest]

.......grrrzzzzz clank!clank!....alas after 15seconds Rahul was able to tune into 'My fm' the heart throb of the country.Mell the timely host had taken up most slots and Rahul was so familiar with her voice that he often thought his mother's was sounded distant.Today's topic R would weekly tune into for some expectation always blossomed in his broad chest.Heavy hearted he went back to bed every midnight yet again today was special.As for R he had decided every now and then he wouldn't tune in, he'd give up!But the next day he was there listening all along.At the rare mention of D his heart beat would race up but the following letters never followed.R checked his 'Ferro' watch it's pink marked 16th Dec......It was his birthday.......she must be trying hard to contact, after all he was the culprit .....went his mind.
 "Dora!!!!!Yes Dora?......what do we have here?A message for someone or.....",said M
R's heart beat thrashing against an inch to failing.......it was like a hammer beating.......it was very fast........his eyes all watery and a wide smile after years then a second voice said
"oh!ummhhhhh i have my boyfriend he's not miles away but i'd just like to give him a message....would u?"
Tears rolled down,the smile missed R's face and the squeaky clumsy voice forced him to close his ears with his hands.

 Some words went unheard
 "Ofcourse.....your message will soon be given,whether neighbour or overseas the msg is always passed......now M.....always M........"blah blah........
"M's on the last minutes and this is our last lucky caller".....R was listening hard again
"Jamia it is from Ergsbridge........what do u do Jamia in India......heard it is a lovely place?"
"I am only here today ..... i had to delay my flight because today is the day i wait for every year......this year too i thought before i left, let me try 1 last time.....i know it's local cast but i don't know how else to try....." ,the vibrant weighty voice suddenly went a little flat......
R usually hated the callers they were far from stupid but this one her story was so similar and if it wasn't R's imagination then the voice was so much like Dora D.Oh!he realized he had never known her second name,she didn't like it she said.......but now this was Jamia....more an Indian name.He wondered if she was trying to communicate to an NRI.
The flat voice had given into the few rugged last lines "I just want to say that the memories i have i am thankful for that and it was more than......."
"Oh!time's over and we lost our last caller halfway.......i was getting enthusiastic too.....but seems like trouble is her second home......best of luck girl and everyone tomorrow remember this very time M's meeting on Myfm!...."
R banged the switch board so hard the radio almost toppled off!........
............to be contd.




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Relive

pens down after a long time.......today i'll keep it simple and let me share an insipid state i'd say!......frightened with hard rock loneliness or breaking down courage and confidence can be quite of a dose........bt building it back is harder and more strenuous.This dedicated to all who helped me out of it or should i say almost out of it->and i won't take names daily every now and then they've been in ample nos.

Whistling down the gallery lane,
At a distance some faded thoughts regrown,
ME?was that me i saw.....
It happened to be in movies i thought......

Up my sleeve i pinched my self,
For cold was the morning and in coat i went,
I shrugged myself and stared at the distance
Me it was....a duplicate mirror image i saw;

HO!wait a marked distinction i saw
The mirror's traitor...
It smiled to itself
And often i felt it smiled at me......

Agitated i gauged the distance
And threw the stone into the air,
Up high it sored and
'pluck!'it vanished into thin air....

The grin was now larger
It approached me with horrible speed
Raised it's hands and on the floor it painted
a picture(the one i had made centuries back)
Or so i felt.....

Perched on a dusty tree
Mightily called the 'black parrot' -of Seychelles
Where was this and how was i here....
The void splashes of waves got nearer
And i distinctly heard them growing louder and wilder......

The copycat had now taken a new frame
Into the malls it tried luring me with the friends night out
I blankly looked into the faking personality
How it became me and sometimes what i thought i'd be;

Alas!It was too much to bear,
I reached for the nearest rock(a bigger one this time)
And aimed it straight to avoid the curve,
'Crack' and the window of the grey house came down.....
Soon the mirror was gone...
I was back where i was
and my friends greeted me with the ever cheerful smiles.....
What had i to envy what will it make a difference on a day?
Here i am all the same with nothing lost
Willing to take over a new voyage with hopes alight new!


-for all who trust me help me and r constant source of support......life is challenging bt to have all this around i'll challenge it!

Oddit!

The windless lashes
open and shut,
The lifeless pale flush
on a giddy face,
The head turned down.....
below i lay on a silver moon light......
Oddly i've found myself here lately
or curled up in the corner largely.

The mirror says i've lived
10years in a day,
The clouds no longer
Fetch that attention...
Rather nothing does!

Evenly spaced in the day
A frequent skip of heartbeat,
The rest is blank.....
Idle should be wiser,
Just that something's bugging
And the bug's not debuggable!

At times i look
at cheap things far from my interest
to find some thing
Soon it's dismay.....
An oddly state i say...
Not to mention i'm hating it!
'Be happy like a child without any reason!'-trying.........wish i could

Anya's diary(2)

 EXTRACTS  FROM  ANYA'S  DIARY(2):~

Over the phone i had to say it......what a taboo it would be for me.What would i say?What have i done?......still embarrassed !!!!Just going red allover the face.Why?......Wish i could turn back things......wish i hadn't the courage.......My sister hung up the phone  .....was she alright i was getting tensed.Miles away she lived and the closest pal to me i had alas told her the sinful deed.Oh my i feel so shameless.....how could i?And then 1 inevitable question->Do you know what u have done?on purpose is it?..........and her again another day i shall keep written so they remain only in mind,soul and here.The frosty chilly nights have often made me go crazy.It tops the list of frenzy.The heavy rains hitting my window glass and making that weird droll.I shifted in my soft pillow uncomfortably and thought and re thought.I wasn't in my sense.....or i liked it this particular way.The things were flying in my head and not a thought was intentional.Year back memories were coming back!......
The other phase of change had just started.The years after 11 and 12.......  a witty eyed guy.And the Indian block :) stuck to one.Small things were bubbling in------- as small as glances we exchanged.funny things were showing up.-----the tutorial chairs......me being the late lateef reaching in time.The chairs ordering how to manage a seat next...but i never could :) for i said i was not sure.Oh my head hurts when i feel the pain how i must have offended this guy, when the solitude of this event is retraced.-----
In the later months he had a gf too! :o no sympathy.I wasn't sure of any want or need then......so no offence.:
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And a wild thought struck me.The storm was heavily hitting my window as if it would tear it open.My thoughts racing.I cannot but describe how things happened.....all in a hurry.And me i was whimsical.I snatched my phone and did what i'd have never imagined in my dreams.Meek and shy i was.....oddly we end up showing courage and impulse in the wrong things.....which donot work out.As they say there is a method!
I types down all that my guts could grant me......every line with a diplomatic curve to save my skin and render the victim least harmed.Yet it was offensive and harmful.....
my cell: we've been talking for some time and i feel  not telling you this is offence done no less......i'd                   like to measure friendship life long......woooofffff!i had proposed!had i?.........could i?
tears rolled down......i was tense all tensed......went feeble on the thought of rejection.Till date it was always the other side saving for this stuff.
Oh!and have  told u ?(This guy had an offer years back in those sweet time in 11....i had smiled it away.Ofcourse a friend had informed so.....maybe i like to believe it because i can fantasize)
My body was getting colder....i was nervous for no good reason.Moments back i was absolutely sure nothing could go wrong even if it was a 'no' i'll face the truth-it is no good fantasizing.All in all it was only a sudden thing......a renewed contact that had relapsed 3years back.(almost).
beep!
 :sorry i didn't get uFor god sake how could people be so witless and insensitive?......As for advice sake never say this!I've said this plenty times but now i now how it is......it pissed off every bit of me.I had lost the battle.With weird thoughts.....some drops of hope yet to be sucked away i typed it before i knew
 :do u have a special person?:nohopes surged up!!!!!!and i reexplained.......the conversation ended abruptly.The end of which i had myself decided a 'no' ..... but things had to be cleared......the rest was on chat.And for this i'll be cruel to the guy.....he could have been honest the very first time
:on9 he said-he had a to be gf.....or a present gf.The pic of whom i saw and merely gave that wonderful comments of being a cute choice.Extra modesty!
Over with it........and the phone call to my sister......said it and then she said she had fallen into the couch speechless.OH!she loved me dear lot......and i had offended her for some stupid joke....or even if it wasn't .The thing was real..........every bit of it.Every pain.....excruciating.
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I will never forget this day and what i did but i have a wonderful thought surrounding this memory.I had felt the thrill only a boy is allowed specially in INDIA.It is no easy task.......a very difficult one to let go of everything at another's disposal.And then the fear,excitement and teary rejection.All part of the fun.......the adrenaline thus produced must have been a class apart.I keep this as an upgrade into my list of feelings!It's a unique and special one.

what if u go to a pub?

.....No it is not about young men in a gang shouting away and partying.......
 what if it were?

SCENARIO 1)A gang of guys.....
ask the ladies "no, what problem ?they r enjoying......that y they r youngsters"
wonderfully modern thoughts.

And change the scenario
SCENARIO 2)a gang of girls...
                                                   "no it's okay........but not that nice if u party this late!!!!! ":)  ironical.
                    .......some nice ones will say "take it lightly....young girls, let them enjoy before marriage"

SCENARIO 3)some middle aged ladies
                                                        "they think they are still young for this stuff"
                                                        "cultural hazards"

SCENARIO 4)and now this sets fire to it!!!!single mothers....divorcee or not
                                                          "bad women......what will the children learn?"
 -This is exactly what a girl faces in our society and yes i'm talking of the country i'm proud of, INDIA .And necessarily my state in this context......but it's the matter with the whole country.Honestly how many of you don't think like this?I too must be honest here......and i shamefully agree to certain extents i didn't know the gravity of such words.In an avg middle class family or a lil above that these are things like 'no going to pubs'-not that they r to highlight the blind beliefs but at times for our personal security.Here the norms are same for a boy or a girl.

 -inspired by 'crime patrol dastak'

I will be talking about the very breaking new months back -case of 'RITA GOMES', mother of two children.
This lady's police complaint was baselessly rejected as mostly her being a single mother and going to the pub made her vulnerable to legal rapes!I mean who the hell are u to decide so?And deny justice to any lady.If cases could be so easily confirmed without further investigation then corrupted crimes weren't crimes!you mean criminals aren't intelligent?they don't try to bluff?????
Further no medical examination was being done.On mere threats it was initiated but how?Legally such cases should have a lady constable along and a lady doctor.In this case such was overlooked.
Justice was easily denied to this lady why?.....not because it is kolkata!But the thoughts weren't right.
Mostly being a single mother stood on her path to justice.And all this she gets to hear for being the only bread earner to her family?????think about it.
If it were a guy-?????sympathy!!!!!and lots of it!
Alas an honest lady police officer took over the case and turned the case inside out.3 convicted were successfully arrested other 2 were 'farar'.    
[The case being such that 1-the main accused had met lady (rita) in the pub and offered her a job.Later she couldn't get a taxi and offered her a lift to a nearby taxi stand.Things turned differently.Initially only 2 front seats of the car were occupied later mid way 3 other people pushed into the last seat to repeat the horrendous / hideous deed which we r trying to eradicate.The 3 freaks had used identities of 3 men visiting the same gym as theirs.->and u said criminals weren't intelligent?]
Once again a question stands on where our values are?What culture do we talk of?........if Rakhi's short skirt is spoiling our culture then what is this?......Showing our thoughts........our culture?The NANDALALS have always spoken far and big done nothing...........but our thoughts our actions are far more dangerous and harmful.Our voices now take intelligent shortcuts but our fear enhanced.......our honestly and courage disgraced!Such things happen even right before us how many keep quiet?.......all?yes the one who speaks is blasted........bt what if all spoke usually history says the intruders are less in number.I'm a part like u.......not a great person but atleast try to be.These words of wisdom are equally applicable to me.
                                             




                                                                            

Respect!!!!!!!!

These amazing events rarely happen when we can solely connect and get absorbed in a different world all together.Largely influenced by a indian tele show 'haqueeqat ka amna samna' which i regularly watch, brings into the open some unusual cases and strengths of character.It is also like some of you could be feeling like in
bolly shows such as 'baagwan','ZNMD'.'TZP',Agennepath','Kal ho na ho'.......etc.Here i donot expect most to feel like i did.But real women will.It's only a matter of time.
u must have noticed 'amazing', a most improper use of verb bt u'll know why!
Running straight for the contents......it featured a case of a single mother....MIND IT unmarried and ditched by her ultra modern bf who was of the opinion that it was clear talk.However my point of view would not be raising my finger on this guy that the police can do but to pin point the 'amazing' character that i saw in her.
How pleading flattery and pressure cookers gave way to her.She had nothing else and more so she is an orphan!Of course she's been brought up by a couple bt denied facilities soon when they have their own son.
I donot know what to say but ladies this is one incident and one common person we can learn a lot from.

Her foster parents who are keen on getting her married in which ever way are also left spell bound.In the very opening 'I earn, I can support my child......i can bring it up!I've been saying this constantly'.Here the lady gets my eyes fixed.Not many have i seen of such vigor,confidence and self respect. And all this in the most indian style....(for those who think such can be only clad in some foreign attire).She has a best friend who is fortunately a boy and a great man(for he offers her marriage like some bolly shot).......but here i have a flaw for the lady.She in her attempt to suppress the real father's name had once put in that of this poor guy(who doesn't deny straight away)!But later she makes up.Now the better part......reason y she didn't name him.!!!!!
      'We can't marry she said......because there is no mutual understanding on this matter'
many women say this for various reasons but here the reason was
         'if he'll be forced for it......we'll always be denied the due respect and love'-RESPECT.rarely women feel this.The mother of that boy was on the show soon with an attitude to oblige the girl into marriage with her son.She said 'chinta mat karo, humlog use mana lenge'
ans 'to use force karna hoga matlab hum donoko kabhi wo pyaar aur samman nehi de payega'-KUDOS for this
the mother-'who's going to make a girl like u (unmarried mother) their bahu.....see her tewar,main tum pe taras kha ke yeha aagayi'
ans 'u came here to save the left over respect......i'm not the only unmarried mother ur son is also being a father........unmarried mind it'->this ladies lack.
The single mother stats has raised to 12% in INDIA including windows.Not much to say but i found it more worth a write than read....so it's here.
for those who r waiting for Anya's diary-Anya will catch up later............very soon indeed!

paper roll (contd. THE CRUSH)

I tore the book open.........read the only line umpteen number of times but they weren't just getting the hang of me!It was those odd days when i slide my hand over those dusted sheets and roll my inkless pen over it.
I scratched over ridiculously mumbling to myself.......here and there the tension making  deep holes.I snatched it to support my nearsightedness ...... read it re read it against the light........balled it, crumpled it and into the paper bin.Another piece flew onto my table.......regretting it's luck today.The tension stronger.......the scratches deeper.....the inkless pen gave way.......some dry ink and some forcefully concealed blot my paper.The pattern, it was elegant but not my state of mind.More and more into the basket they flow and the perfect is yet to be........i hate how they are with ink or inkless.The last of which i treasure.......the patchy yellow one, it taught me to preserve it.The mood is stabilised......much because of saturation........now the book i had tore open makes sense even if i have to consult the oxford dictionary

                                           

 

            amazing things happen in life and sometimes we're afraid of what took over us!

                                                                                    ---------------from the diary of
                                                                                                                 Anya
                                                                                                                       

suddenly(6)-life's not bad in maths

......when deep in his weird thoughts.....his sixth sense sensing trouble but eyes owning none-------'CRINGTRING' the BELL RANG!....he hurriedly walked passed the hallway and looked through the glass hole.......in seconds his mind cleared of all weirdness, he was immediately relaxed and his lips gave way an instant smile.Estella was here.He opened the door hurriedly returning from the frenzy.She squeezed through the door almost immediately and banged it behind her.She looked tensed."LOCK IT LOCK IT",she said pointing to the night latch and bolt........then she ran into the house as if to find the darkest corners......saying "they're here........David they're here!oh GOD"..........
David felt a sudden shudder and then recovered.He locked every possible thing and followed into the same room as her.Finding her crippled in a corner like a child he embraced her....."calm down.....look here....."
Her wet eyes as innocent as ever looked into his not too soon, her lips still trembling and hands shaking.
"Look here nothings going to happen......i won't let any of us be hurt....but u need to tell me something so i can do something".....

A loud knock was heard on the door.She shrieked "they're here!the police......they will kill us!", once again returning to her fit.The door was being thrashed now.It would crash open anytime he thought.He swiftly got up and went to the next room.Estella hadn't noticed him go once she had she was crying even harder.He appeared at once......his hands caressing the silver sides of an elegant handgun or more popularly known as pistol.Her sacred eyes lay wide open as she stared at it and David looked just chilled out with it......as if it was a daily affair.He approached the surprised girl.....she had stopped weeping and the door had gone silent.David thought 'they' were trying in some other way and soon on being unsuccessful they'd be back banging the door.She stared at him and suddenly said "will u kill me?".David laughed out "u?hw could i........the gun would backfire!it's ethical u see.....and it'd pain less the other way".....then he sat down beside her "this is to kill anyone who tries to hurt u......and u will remain blameless.....i take charge of the murders!"....he looked at her.She gasped,"oh ofcourse not i'm not leaving u alone!i'm staying with you."
She was slowly gaining consciousness.She slid her hand over his "can i take it?".
"What?",he said
"The gun?"....
"oh!yes...sure" passing on the gun a little disappointed.
"how do you use it?"
"yeah!just be careful it's loaded.......just be strong while u hold it so the reaction doesn't get you and u've got to keep it from changing direction while firing......".....he got up and stood at it's nozzle...."here demonstrate it.....hold it straight".
Then suddenly the trigger fired and a bloody body lay on the ground still conscious.
The door was banged again.
"they should not get u.......be careful.....just......" as his words got unclear.
Moments later the room was being inspected.....the police, CIA ... every place was being photographed!
The CIA head shaking hands with a fine lady........her hair bristled against her shoulder,the sparkling eyes,the ankles having small little Indian jewellery tied neatly(they belonged to her mother) .
Some part of the conversation that Brustle Smith heard was
CIA head "You just wiped him out?"
lady "yes!specially the impression my fingers might have left at work!i'm a finger person"she winked as she
slyly hint the wiping of her fingerprints from the gun.
wait!u don't know who Brustle Smith is?Why my!........you just saw him so many times......the person who gave David that weird feeling.....y the odd snake charmer,the guitarist.... ;)
He called out to the lady "when are u coming......Magdin dear!do u still have the mind to marry me?.......the engagement's today then i suppose"
She smiled at him......as she turned if David would have been there he'd have called her near him as "Dear Estella".........
She gave that gentle fall for her smile as she took leave of their boss and joined Brustle Smith and glided away.The events remained unnoticed in this part pf the street......it was never discovered how this murder was done.But what could be found out was......David yet again an impostor of  'Octen Stevens'-the primary gang leader in north America.....the police believed his contacts stretched out to terrorist gangs and maybe Bin Laden but there was no virtual proof.Years back he had gone underground and had eventually emerged as a completely changed personality.......carried his job as an impostor throughout America,committed innumerable murders.......and looted banks with their gang name as threat.The last person seen with him was a lady CIA agent-Magdin Frances.Now let me tell you she's the most efficient CIA agent and has max no of successful cases.She had the genetic traits that always concealed her age.She was 20 and could look like anything between 15 to upwards.She had taken up schooling of course under special permission and joined the classes for a 6month when she formed the base for her parents and the right home.Then the drama began and the fly trapped.
The bright halls were painted white and  Brustle Smith's house was a mansion.The curtains laid down.The rings were exchanged and she heard a silent whisper "I'd be there next time.....wedding you.right?",the shadowy figure of David said.She waved him away from her mind........hoping what she heard would be true and she'd not be the CIA next time....... .

apology

guys i'm really sorry suddenly was taking a good shoot and it's it's on the verge of unravelling.I'm down with fever and wl deliver the plot asap.sorry for the inconvenience.i only want to give it the best output.so i guess u'l wait won't u?........till then get acquainted with the chars. thoroughly so that u don't flip back.keep checking........till then i'll put down a poem



The wild eyes so red so cold.......so weary
those slumber heavy lids drifted to allow the sun;
for it was cursed in the body it sought
refuge was taxable;

The hands clasped the bedspread
in pain of the visiting virus;
the feet they felt retarded
and refused to move a shore;

The feeble hands striving to get up
forcing every bit;
not just because it is ill
but because it was given the licence to rest,
Yet the pee statement made it impossible;

Lush green grass in the lawn outside
beckoned my sole to play in it;
My weary self was tired of the
permitted rest.......it wanted a move
to make a change!

The horrid apple wouldn't keep
the doc away......
and he wouldn't let me be away!

apology apology
to the outside;
for i must rest to get back
to that cheerful me;

suddenly(5)-The world's abnormal.....

The mystery continues...........
                                       -priyaani

Heida was so pleasant to see that even her betrayed self was pleasure for David and he thought  to himself something was desperately wrong with him!....The night went by easily with Heida seated beside him.The terrible day beckoned the trial only sooner.And injustice smelt in the air.Rituals like assembling were practised.So simply did Heida get up to the order and take a stand there.No feelings escaped her eyes, though at night David had in the street light seen the drop make it's way as he tried to embrace her with his tied hands!Now a professional replaced her.His end was near and Heida was the only thing he could think of.Then suddenly
"Any last wish u treachery's son?"shouted the now assistant........getting the volts ready for the physical shock.
David looked most sympathetically  towards his new found brother.....addressed him and said
"pay me some in return i give u all but let this man who hasn't known of his identity live a moment........i do not plead but demand!"....there was a steady voice and Edison thought him to be the rightful brother
Edison looked at him so suddenly as if he were disturbed from his tormented world of money........wickedly smirked and running his hands over the brow "twas all decided.was it not?"....taking a short step towards him "or was the notice too short for a weakling that which u inherit from father too..."and he deliberately pinched Davids skin near the wound and it soon gave way!

Heida

David not shaken yet went on "another night with Heida.....after 8yrs i see her now i want some moments as memory for i have not the pleasure of family like u did........"
The man turned into a monster"and family u say where saving petrol was more important , where mother was no more and father was about all himself!......"he shrugged his shoulders and waved his arm to shoo away the depression and was back to normal.Turning to Heida he said"such girl if u meet now u should fall in love.....so i presume but for today i rent u her!"and he banged the door behind him leaving Heida no choice.
The words 'rent' pinched him hard......what had become of this girl and she said this is what she needed?
But then thoughts were deviating in the other way.Heida's weakness was like his weapon......the limited time he had to live it!This last chance would actually determine the life of any one David or Heida.
They remain in the same room like both of them had an argument and waited for the other to persuade.They remained isolated for some time until David coughed his lungs out.Heida came running to render her services.He carefully looked into her eyes to see guilt,repent or any sign of pity.It was all there he presumed.He desperately tried to rise his arms to embrace her once again. Heida's eyes were now sore........not as pretty as last night.She carefully placed her arms to pacify David  "calm down David!.....calm down"and more drops gave way.


"I've missed u so long!"....David looking into her eyes
Heida turned round "I couldn't believe u'd have wanted to stay the last time before death with me......the one who deserted u!........i hate myself"
"it was my fault......i couldn't give u all.....and forget it now u must have had reasons"David lied
......."Heida i want to hug u once let my hands....."he tried to gauge her faithfulness for the Edison tribe.He thought if she could let go of it in love why not now?his logic desperately arguing with itself making assumptions now and then.
Heida was very near him before he realised....she quickly looked around went to a small corner and detached something which David predicted to be the camera and bent over him to release his hands.She carefully caressed his shoulder wound and washed it with some water.
"now u can do as u wish......but remember ur folly will take my life!"she shuddered.
David bent forward to hug her with the right and slowly brought his left arm closer.......a sharp bed rod had escaped into his palm from the rust........
then all of a sudden a tap on the window by he looked up in horror but it was the morning girl(Estella he immediately beckoned).She used a cutter to make way in the glass.Minutes later the road saw a lone couple rushing the way up......and on the way he said"You?How?.....i mean"and a sharp "Later....."followed.On their way they saw a snake charmed and he played the tune so odd like it were meant to dance to!David found him weirdly recognisable but he couldn't place him exactly.


Hours later when it was time for David's execution the troop got ready to assemble.The sheet unusually wrapped David and Heida with her slender body screened the huge muscles- looked weird to Schuld.He methodically arranged for the volts and approached the bed.He ordered Heida to move away but she wouldn't obey.He tried to separate her but the body was so resistant......and his eyes fell on the bed.The palm felt wet and he looked at it.......Heida was bleeding she was stiff with rigor mortis and the bed was a bluff!He removed the sheet and shouted in despair.Edison was uncontrollable and he shot the dead girl again!!!!!


After miles of running Estella slowed down and took him by the shirt and pointing she said "here it is ur to stay...., my father's place ur secure and be careful though ur safe here!father's out of station.....i'll come everyday to see u and get u some food if i can"her remorse mind repeating itself to shut up to calm down every time when she saw David.She opened the door with keys she had smuggled from the house.In front lay a warm large room leading into 2 separate passages and a lavatory .The kitchen was a small one and David stared at it as if he had won a fortune.Meanwhile he didn't realise the girl had almost made a farewell.He desperately called out"mind staying for some coffee, i can't make it!"David lied again....

Estella when we 1st say her

The girl turned back "sure" and smiled back.....as if boys could be so helpless some times and that gave her some trivial joy.
As she prepared some coffee the conversation took to great heights.David was desperate to know how she was there for rescue at all times and why did she help him when she saw him murder.
"ur questions are escaping ur eyes"as she looked at David...his eyes to be precise

Estella replacing Heida unknowingly

she contd. "let me say then u can say again...."with a space she said"it's not obvious......i've tried to solve all this myself but it has no ans. , why somehow i can't just resist helping u, i just know ur innocent even when i see u as a murderer.....i've tried to get it but all in vein.....i'm stuck right there."she stopped to look at David to see him in disbelieve or convinced."I know this way must be avoided but today i was hell late and mother rang me some several times......i couldn't tell her that i was only busy here for father has planned surprise for her........i rushed through this way and as of those few days u happened to be on the way again.....and again in danger.I luckily have this glass cutter for i worked on some pieces recently to shape them brilliantly.........and i saved u because i simply as any other day felt nice about it that's it".....while she said she took him to the 1st passage rooms, one of which was remarkably decorated and some very fine class cut pieces found their way in.It so brilliantly reflected the morning light that it shone like disco lights and the edge of some so finely cut that light separated to  form rainbow.David gaped at the talent.......he was not just convinced but all in love with it.In some time she came with 2 cups of coffee and David loved his share.....he was amused at his 2nd lie.....he was sure to  always have coffee made from her.As she walked into her pink shoes David took her hand held it firmly and said"thankyou!my this life is yours......".he assured.She reluctantly drew away her hand and from a distance waved him back.A joyous crazy girl he thought.Next morning the newspaper was slipped in.When he tried to follow the guy he lost track but a sudden turn only made his conscience prick harder.He just couldn't understand why he felt he knew this guy..........

suddenly(4)-Us is round too!

His torn arm now better searched for some notes in his trouser......to his surprise there were just francs.He had almost forgotten as he escaped from the mess he had to exchange clothing with the hard hit  french who'd been the NGO rep.The NGO dealt with criminal health and had come down to have a look at US jails!What a pity.The man was being extra sensitive to the made up troubles of David.When David had made the first blow he saw the man had wet his pant.Terribly nervous eh thought........

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Undoubtedly he knew the accounts would be blocked but he found a local money exchange counter.Everything would match easily ........he showed the passport and his work easily accomplished !
"thank you,  Mr.Harris Molve" the small built man said.
The money was no less it was enough for him to feast 5 days on complete Madeira(auctioned at $160,000 per bottle).......but now was time to run and keep awake not dine and wine.If only it wasn't like this and Heida was here beside he'd surely choose the first option./sigh sigh....he quickly made a move.
The 'Hot Dog store' van had already come up and a long queue extended.He quickly got into it and gobbled his piece after a payment of $3.This van system was what he liked.......not permanent so least expectant of being questioned.Further more he'd taken quite a few thing but it was pretty cheap.Flavoured sauces and chess finger lets all were available.As he placed his other burger which was to be his lunch in a paper bag he noticed his face.Instantly he looked again.......no it was the reflection of his but a newspaper cutting of his. The police were on the run and he dare not read the shit up there.He stared sideways and all round no one seemed to have realised yet......he immediately rushed for exit from the crowd and cursed himself for the run.Just then a boy of 15 could be heard shouting loud "It's him on the paper!"But then he was gone behind the forbidden lanes.......into the darkness where the sun dared not enter.He felt his lung thrust hard on his chest bones and he tried to comfort them by placing his hand on his chest.His heart pounded like much more than what it may have if he saw Heida he thought.Being a common man he had only some muscles that could give way as his gym courses would be discontinued for how long was uncertain.As he passed the houses they either seemed deserted or lame slang could be all that could be heard.And then suddenly a gun shot which made him motionless.He peeped into the hole in the wall and saw a dead man on the ground shot in the chest.A sudden bang on his head and he was dead he thought.
Next when his eyes opened he found himself lay flat on a somewhat bed, his legs sticking out of it and he most faithfully tied to it.He tried moving and actually called upon havoc!All men came up and he could recognise someone
"what a pleasant surprise Mr.young blood"laughed the wicked man.
Crook his best could remember, the bluff newspaper man he thought.
"We weren't to meet again had u agreed that day"  holding his toe nail he began "now i said everyone agrees this way or that!"and pulled hard at it.
David lost a nail.........it ached terribly and he gave out a shrill shout with a drop on his cheek.
"much more u must take in-but not much u'll have 1 day and u decide a simple death or one by one"......a little smirk grew into a large one "though it's my favourite the second one" and he left the room.
The man who backed him had his jacket on......the one in the jail.......and it immediately struck him it was the NGO rep.He'd have no choice now either he could flee or die.He was accused of the Bruce Edison murder and he was living.What was happening?
Sometime later in the evening the rep. had come with some water and food.His jacket now a brand new one with a tag 'Schuld Burge'.David stared at it and the man soon blurted out without a warning.
"for the brilliant deed u did ......... just as we had expected i owe u this secret.......after now that u should die u must know the whole thing"he brilliant smile engulfing 31 normal teeth and a single gold one.He probably didn't brush daily for some bad breadth made way into the room.He continued "I am as u now know his assistant unofficially and am associated with the NGO that i declared but with certain link in the old friends of the jail we easily established my entry and u escaped to Ur faster end.We do not bargain for Ur life only.If u did not notice but as u must know the truth this man so well known is Ur half blood i.e. to say u share the same father!".....then he glanced to see David's reaction.
David had surrendered to the ropes he looked frozen.....and then suddenly as if it was just another story!
hushing up David he contd. "u'd say no but now  u   got no reason to disbelieve yet I'll show u this."He hovered round the corner to the right and then left to open a drawer and fetched an envelope.An old dated photograph and a piece of paper came up.He held the paper first and read
'this may state legally all i owe will be my only living son's namely Bruce Edison.Under any condition if my missing son is ever found namely 'Arthur David Spainp'(named after his mother) shall be found must be given half my valued possession after proof of his being my blood.......'he then looked up and said
"ur mother had told this to u?didn't she?"...David's expression still shocked he contd.
"whatever!our man just found this days back and he was shocked as his father's unprized possession has turned to much more today and u didn't work ur ass for it he did........if u live his property stands at a risk so u must die!".........he looked like a boss then approaching the edge "ur work was making things complicated and the moment the CIA would discover the scandal u'd be on rocks!......now no more so.The dead body is definitely not his as we can see but a reason of charge against u.Sir Bruce will now live another life the underground one where from he'll aid his son and Richard will send the richesse as and when required.He put too much at stake for a bloke like u i think.Nevertheless i respect his loyalty.How he'll spend great sums on u once tonight.But for comfort u'll get to live life once tonight then die in peace tomorrow...."he slowly passed out of the door slightly waving his hand to someone who eventually entered and shut the door behind.
In the darkness it was difficult to make out.When the figure came close by and the figure shone in the dim light her smile and voice immediately brought back such amazement and pain to David.

"Heida ?",he said disbelieving his eyes coming back from the 2nd shock of the day.
She wore a pretty white tang top coupled with a jersey to enhance her Italian tan.A yellow bow thrown low in the waist as of 60's.She still looked 16 he thought when she spoke
"Urban life change........Curles` Bam they say, no regrets i left u David Ur in a worse state"
David felt this pain intensely much more than the gun shot, than the toe nail hurt........much more than anything!
"You had left without notice Heida........i still thought u got lost that day"
"No, i left u a message ....... that day i decided to quit......gave up all moral,values and here i am able to afford all that i desire" she said with a smile.
Somehow David now realised it wasn't the contented smile he had seen the one which was simple and innocent when he would give her a bow of candies.
"u had to wait......money is not easy!"he looked away from Heida
"no time......small life......."then she sat on the bed beside him.....her skin still glowing wonderfully just the perfect tan "I'm here for u here u can forget our old acquaintance and ....."she grabbed the plate unusually fast
"and ...... have it all"
She initially forcefully thrust some food into his dry mouth and some water.With time it had become the need as David realised.He now only thought how Heida still felt about him.He had looked away from the morning girl because he thought of the innocent Heida......and things were different now.



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suddenly(3)-ready to serve

once i thought the plot was arranging into some puddle and i needed to bring the excitement out

                                   - priyaani

Taking short breadths he felt the cold winds biting into him.The excruciating pain was no longer bearable, just one more foot forward and he collapsed in the snow as he hit the old oak......
Some blood lay soaked in the snow below as his lame eyes blinked in the hard day light.The pain had extraordinarily reduced.He thrust his feet against the ground in fear of being caught easily for maintaining the same site for log hours.The fear in him was tiresome since his escape from the jail after serving 6months of punishment.He had been caught for a mere rise of voice but much had happened before he knew.The schema was well drawn.When he was arrested much was preplanned.....a false accuse  for murder of a man he didn't know.Unfortunately he was present in the strike for cause lead by him.The news clipping had caught 'BRUCE EDISON'  last talking to him and then inconspicuously disappeared!Nearby a dead body was found claimed by his wife as him.'RICHARD EDISON' who was to take over after his dad had cursed this man.
BRUCE EDISON was no ordinary man.He was the famous billionaire who claimed all his money had come from the great sales of 'Daily News'.The man was a great bluff as he had taken over his father.Where his father barely managed a living this man made hell lot of news from the gutter and yet was on the top.His paper declared ridiculously how the president was  working on the fairly good  economic times when the recession has paralysed every man in US.He had come up that day as far as his tired head could remember
"I'll give u coverage in return promise me my benefits", the man barked
"what benefits?"came the sulking answer 
The fair headed of fairly good height man fished his leather jacket and showed it
"this gem was a gift for printing on the paper 'HEATHER gold' news.I cover u, Ur needs met.Where's mine?"
"were i so rich I'd have made an hospital and not stand here for justice!"-he said rather sarcastically
Thumping the shoulders he said
"I know that young blood!Hold Ur breadth and I'll tell u what u can do.......U will  get me my treasure........simple just break into the Hollard office and pass me the tender rates.That's it and media should not be Ur worry any more", he laughed incoherently.
The news was covered and unfortunately the tender rates had leaked and the direct suspect was him.Maybe if he'd agreed for it the snow would be replaced by warm fire and carpet.
He suddenly realised he tried to move but couldn't.He desperately turned around to see thick nylon ropes tied him to the oak.Alas all this pain was useless.His hostile efforts had failed.He'd been caught.Why did he bother to run and stay under a snowy sky all night with a bullet in his right arm.
A warm arm softly fit on his broad shoulder, "feeling better?"a soft voice had called out.
It was too polite to be any sort of crime control be it the CIA,local police or any.As he couldn't move much he had to wait till the shadow grew shorter.A slender girl in a white fur coat and jeans stood before him.Her coat had some blood stain too and a brown mark which looked and smelt iodine.Before he could enquire she immediately said working on the ropes"thought u'd try to move  the very morning so as i had to go to get some bandage i thought it best to not to leave u at the faith's trust,silly enough though u'll say"she said once looking at him with a short smile.
Soon he was released.Relieved that she was of no worry to him he now said humbly "thanks for the first aid"looking at his shoulder and now realising y it never stung now and yet something struck his mind "how did u find me girl, oh sorry this is Lean Walksman",realising he'd just been saved!The conscious girl raised from her stone seat nearby approached him stared at him and then confirmed"oh no, ur Meryl Streep!"
Taken aback he leaped forward"huh?"
"yes Mr. don't fool around Ur all in the papers!my dad reads Ur name 100times a day.He's with the press though.Ur if my memory beacons correctly 'mr.Arthur Spainp' " in a stern voice........ "an odd title she added"  smiling to herself.
"very well should have known.u don't like my title?wow what's Ur's miss?"another try to get some idea about the figure before.
"I'm not Meryl Streep Mr."her face bearing a smirk and then " Estella Bears, u can call me Stem,my friends know me by this name more"she said laughing.
"whys that?"
"they say it's because a stem's very rigid and I'm worse but i say there must be a rotten joke with it!"
Arthur David Spainp his complete name smiled as he thought about the days back in high school how they called names.
The  girl  once again started "When i found u here u were all soaked in blood and i had to run to the medical store to get some aid for you.Wouldn't bother unless I'd recognise u from the papers.U were doing good job and father says u were innocent so i wasted some of my cars petrol to get u aid"and once again smiled (that heart thumping one).
He was more mesmerised and hated her father's opinions though they were in her favour.How he wished it were her own.All of a sudden he heard voices, the streets were getting busy may be and he must make a move.He soon bid farewell to his lovely saver and left against his heard pounding!
The girl followed every step unless he was out of sight.Suddenly she saw the guitar guy playing a low note far away.She made a head start, hating  to have seen him after such a wonderful acquaintance. 


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suddenly->redress(2)

Through those brown locks that caressed her forehead she felt the untamed breeze.In a second or two letting out a gasp and admiring it's touch.She waved out into the open air to no one.The car zoomed by and Mr.Rowler promptly said "How  u doing?".He sparsely specified his matter but consistently preferred sticking to a frequent use of words.Often it sounded mundane and recorded.
Sarrah not noticing ample times let out an "okay" at a terrified note.Disgusted with the recent awkwardness which wasn't for the first time.Instead a narrow pipe of conversation lay open between them when in need as if the computer wanted to establish connection with the Internet.Some rare occasions  of emotions were displayed at parties held in honour of the father.Mom had often said her father had been a beloved dad before when being together were distant thoughts.When Sarrah had taken to MG H's ('Massachusetts General Hospital') bed, fallen ill with one of the deadliest diseases......when doctor didn't know what it was.That was when Sarrah was 6 last when she saw her father's lame figure positioning beside her bed and running into the doctors for enquiry.A shadow of this figure often haunted her dreams, the mystery unsolved.Sarrah was not going to believe this dad of hers was that image.She frowned as she fought with her thinking power.
The wind has stopped blowing instead the harsh 'BEEp' sound  interrupted the persistent mind.The narrow alley before the house often got overwhelmed with emoticons because of the new multiplex.The bustle had to be done with with the horn.At last "Honey, we're home" said Mr.Rowler the only touch of human in the whole day but everyday.It was like routine.The door would open wide and he would rush in with his suit and the case.Sarrah awkwardly stretched her time line and delayed her entry so much so that when she did enter Mrs.  Rowler was startled "Oh my, i thought you were in Ur room bt now!Thank god i never hurt u, did i?"hugging her little daughter.
"No mom" she promptly said.She turned her eyes left to certify the room's temperature.It was as usual.The soft couch had a misfit Mr.Rowling slouching on it like "Damn it was a day and a half" and Mrs.Rowling running on her feet to revive the old him.She slowly grasped every thought,feeling and emotion and ran past her mother over the stairs into her room.Duffy lay dead in the sultry heat.She patted him moving her fingers through those tender lines caressing her hand instead she thought.She retired on the baked bed as the cooler was taking over with Duffy pushing himself under her sweaty pant.
"Don't do that silly" she said as she laughed away.
Minutes later Sarrah woke up to the feel of tenderness on her forehead.It was her mother.
"Oh mom you", she smiled faintly.She handed her a glass of lime juice and waited to watch her drink."Darling, you unexpectedly left the garage door open yesterday night and you slept all through dinner time and u never read the newspaper all day", her mother said on a soft note.
"Oh my I'm so sorry......how'd i manage to mess up so much......."she was interrupted
"I'm not complaining nor am i chiding this darling you......it's fine",Mrs.Rowling was a different self every moment. Mesmerised, Sarrah stared at her.
"Today i must tell u my child no matter what i love you not because you make me proud but because ur my child.I never wanted all the perfect things, specially you.I wanted you to make mistakes so i could feel being a mother.You make your parents so proud but ur mother is insecure dear, unsure whether u need her.You've been so perfect always I just didn't figure out what went wrong, even if i did they were circumstance i could hardly help",She desperately tight hugged her and demanded it back.
When they left Sarrah saw her face was red(bruised by the morning sun), deep black eyes flooded with the nations water wanting an outlet and the hair untied.She looked pretty she thought, much like her save the age that still demanded justice.As she left Sarrah quickly jumped out of bed and hugged her tight "love u mom!"she said.A melodramatic scene Sarrah thought to herself but her favourite.
Looking into the mirror she thought how a perfect loser she was.Today it added to her list.She was the worst daughter she thought.Her mother was insecure and dad almost robot, life was even more messed than she thought it could get.Those hard days were gone but she longed the MGH bed days.The helpless humans, the less robots and victims of poverty she loved more.Her free self she loved more.The MGH bills had forced her father to work it out.He finished his dropped college days and became a lawyer.Earned money and could get anyone operated at MGH today without begging for time and load like the olden days.She under the constant thought of having to lose them slogged hard and ended up in MIT.It made her father proud but not her content.The perfect calculations had perfectly failed her somewhere.She wanted to be in HMS(harvard medical school).HMS was far away but the deadly dreams didn't offer her place elsewhere for medicine.Her battle had succeeded deadly in areas of her disinterest.It left her lots to do but not what she wanted to do.The bare present chances were not outcome of planning but of necessity, just that it bore fruit on the wrong branch.Thing lay deep like burden on the weak heart.Overlay some heartious comments and some lines of sheer jealousy that tended her outer wounds where blood tried gushing out.
From that bed ridden little girl who was probably breathing her last she had thought had thoughts wiser than today and victories uncalculatably more.In the mirror the present faded and went down memory lane.......into the beds of MGH...........



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