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Just like gazing at stars


The few minutes were creating a world
Unknown to both
She saw him just as pleader sees the vehicles
But few sights are adorable
So was he
One fine day , she was just walking down his street
And all the papers in the file
Flew away from her hand and dancing in the air
She got down to the earth to reassemble them
And he on his knees to help the papers to stand still
In her hands
'Hey, how will a cup of coffee do?'
'Hmm, ok'
No second thoughts.
And suddenly two people were walking on parallel roads.
Without any friendly CBI investigation
Seeing each other was becoming a part of routine
Talking was must beyond the morning rituals
Rituals - Good morning .
They weren't jumping into future.
She just wanted to listen to his childhood glories.
He just wanted to absorb the kid in her.
Maturity is hard at start.
They had their people rather than her and his people.
She smiles on his stupidity
He adores her until out of sight.
It's not that heart had asked me to pen,
But is what mind wanted me too.

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