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"SHE"

"SHE"

A girl strolled near by me, though she was walking towards opposite way But I could see her face clearly .. The known style of walking, the same hairstyle. This is the girl for whom I was waiting for months.


As she turned on next corner approaching towards her colleague, and…and Suddenly a drop of tear rolled down from my eye to cheek towards earth expressing my gratitude to her. Yes that was gratitude cause I got chance to meet her after months… and I was happy like anything as my heart inside was screaming.. yes… yes she is here.

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