Been more than an year. I miss you, almost everyday.
Time has probably reduced the anger but not your memories.
And your smile comes to my mind daily; out of nowhere.
I wish I could call you up and talk to you. The number is still on my list. Did dial it the other day - for no reason at all. Then chuckled to myself. Why would I do that knowing well that there will be no answer at the other end. Hanging on to whatever remains of you - the Orkut profile picture, the testimonial you wrote.
Love you.
Miss you.
And the guitar.
I wish I had taken your call that day.
Wish you were within my reach.
Lady da Vinci
- Aparajita Paul
- She may be the song that summer sings, may be the chill that autumn brings, may be a hundred different things. Within the measure of a day
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Sunday, August 22, 2010
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Plagiarism sucks. Don't do it. Or else, I'll send my good friend, Voldy after you. Hence, stop stealing. Be creative.
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97 cared to blot it off.:
Ooooooooohhkkk..
I know who the Guitar guy is...
and I wish he would answer...
:) :)
No you dont.
I know of whom you are thinking.
It is not him.
I do not know him :|
Actually I think I do. This is the future I am talking of.
Sounds exactly like the past though...
the testimonial, the guitar...
Dejavu, anybody?
I know it does.
You'd be surprised to know the number of times history repeats with me.
Actually this post is meant for the future. The situation has not come. It soon will. It's just the waiting now.
Wont let it happen.
My word.
How can YOU not make it happen? :/
And just btw, the guitar is just a random object I associated with, it could be anything - the MUN guy for example :P
(Russia ayehaye)
I'll figure something out...
:)
For me?
Aaaaaah, blissome. ^^
Thank you pehle se.
yup.
for you...
and yes.. the way you ended the post..was awesome!
:)
Lost all contacts. Checked the call log again. No, wasn't you. Maybe your number changed. You moved to a different city. Or maybe I'm not The Guitar Guy.
Or maybe I have gone so much away from your life, you refuse to acknowledge my existence.
Maybe you are The Guitar Guy, only something different, something less.
Something missing. An inner incompleteness.
Why do you think I visit your blog everyday?
Because you know I visit your blog everyday. Hoping for a sign, hoping for a remembrance.
You are something beyond all this. But only you know what that is.
I don't remember the last time I updated my blog. Or visited. And I still don't know why I visit yours.
I think about you everyday..I think about us everyday..
You don't know how you met me, you don't know why. You can't turn around and say good bye.
Uncle Kracker :|
Aha :)
Taylor Swift of course is SUPPOSED to know all about the music world.
Because Taylor Swift IS The Guitar Guy.
This is not who I am. This is not what I want. I'm sorry, but you've mistaken me for somebody else.
I miss you..
You may.
Time passes. Snow falls.
Do you?
You're just another story I can't tell anymore.
You haven't changed at all.
When you've lived on this side of the table, it's hard visiting the other. But then again, it's time to go back home. Which is anywhere, and everywhere, but the place from where we began. Except, not this time. It's nothing but the place from where we once began.
It's funny how you still have the power to make me cry - by just the thought of you.
I never got my answer.
Some things are better left unsaid.
This is why we are here.
You look at me and think “This is why we are here." But this is just who I am to other people.
And one day you became other people.
While those days will live in my mind forever, they're over. I hate it. But I accept it.
You pushed me away. I never wanted to become "the other people".
Over. Yes.
When you finally understand what it meant, you'll know the truth behind my actions. Not as words. But a sound.
I'll wait.
Somewhere, on a planet exactly like ours, two people made different choices and somewhere, they are still together.
I'm still here. And will always be.
I hope you find what you're looking for. Even if it isn't me.
Its only you.
You are saying the things you don’t need to say.
I won't.
Sometimes the sun shines and it still rains. The weather changes all the time.
And I have got used to the fact, you can too.
Doesn't look like.
You left. I stayed.
:)
And that makes all the difference, Taylor.
I pray that you're happy.
You made me go away. But I'm still here.
We'll go there. Somewhere where we haven't said things that we can't unsay and done things which we can't undo.
Someday.
Someday..
Or you can stop reading this, take a deep breath, and be happy right now.
No? I don't want to stop reading this?
I remember more the silence.
The silence.
The silence between the notes. The white space between the letters. The missing that makes everything else, a something.
The space between you and me.
And when I asked you how you'd been I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anything before.
No matter how you look at me, I am still here and I am still the same person made of the same things.
And when I said I'm doing well I meant I miss you everyday and I wish we could get back.
I'm here. You should know why.
All I can do, if I feel this way, is trust that somewhere in the universe, there's a you that feels the same.
There is.
These things take time to remember. But you weren't always like this. I knew you before.
I'm still the same. And still here.
I was wondering if you had a second. To talk about anything at all.
Our last conversation, I read it all the time. Maybe you know how it feels. I don't want to read another conversation everyday.
Our last conversation .. it seems fine but every now and again you catch it floating into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, it once reached.
And I'll understand your silence. Because sometimes, you'll have to understand mine.
I do understand..
Whattajoke.
Oh yes. Actually, it is.
I will wait for you here because here is the last place I saw you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Wish you were within my reach.
I am. Have always been.
I wish I knew who you were Taylor :) We make great conversations.
Let my identity be clandestine ;)
I wish you to be clandestine as well. You strongly reminded me of an old "friend", and I almost got into believing you were that person, but something you said, made me step back.
But still <3
Ok, I'll tell you. I'm Edward.
Aww. How is Bella? (I might just kill you now that you have FINALLY revealed your identity, since I have a huge crush on her)
Aww. How is Bella? (I might just kill you now that you have FINALLY revealed your identity, since I have a huge crush on her)
Oh she's gone. She said I was too 'sparkly'. </3
Is that why she is constantly calling me up and texting me like crazy? Oh shetttt, you cruel bat! How COULD you just let her go like that?
I don't know. Her bad. I'm happy with my werewolf woof woof!
Hummpffff.
Anyway, I cant believe I just let a barmy bat type in so many comments into my pure-blooded blogchild of mine.
Go away bat. Shooo shooo. Hurrrrr hurrrr. XP
P.S. May the ugly wolf bite you off in pieces, oh today's the full moon too. HAHAHA. You're practically dead!
FINE. *vanishes*
OMG. You just pulled off a Shaktiman stunt. *clap clap clap*
Damn!
Why did you end it?
I loooved the convo that you and your friend(Edward or Taylor Swift) were having.
Not that I am eavesdropping. But c'mon it wasn't private and I just couldn't resist.
But it's a sad story though.
Anyway, not my business.
Sorry.
But yes, you were being stalked at.
And If I may say so..
You write AWESOME.
You need to publish these.
These will make you famous one day.
~Sidra from Dubai (UAE)
Hello Sidra
Your post is highly appreciated and the author expresses her deepest thanks for the same.
However, I feel my writings are too vague and not definite enough to be published.
And regarding Edward/Taylor Swift, I firmly believe it was one of my friends play-acting in a very weird manner and nothing related to the real occurrences of the world. However, if that is untrue, I am willing to further negotiate talks with this person, whomsoever he/she might be, and extend a warm note of friendship. :)
Thank you once again!
With love.
Lets be friends again. :)
Dear Edward
You're dead.
Much regards.
:)
No really, stop this act. Who are you?
You don't know, Ayevi?
ANKIT BHARADWAJ!
You should be ashamed of yourself.
You are a bad child, Bharadwaj.
I hope you are deprived of good skinned people. I hope your wife has really oily skin.
Bye now.
(You should be nice to people, mummy ne nai sikhaya? XP)
Err. No.
Anyway, I am bored. This post doesnt deserve so many comments, I better devote this time to my other kids.
Bye! Nice to meet you.
Sure. :)
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