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It Takes A Long Time Living

And then someday, when I walk into a room full of strangers, I shall feel your presence and look around. When I find you, I hope you will remember, once we were friends. I hope you would look into my eyes and remember to smile. I always loved your smile.

Someday at a traffic junction with no name, I shall hear a honk and look behind, right into your eyes. And when I see you, I hope you will remember, together, we had traveled once. I hope you will look into my eyes and smile. I always loved your eyes.

Its such a long life!

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  1. Such beautiful writing Rajesh, I loved it!

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  2. Wonderful imagery... vivid and meaningful. Thanks for this, Rajesh.
    Jerral

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  3. Beautiful thoughts. Again you have written what could be the beginning of a film.

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  4. Sometimes it's that chance meeting, after a long separation, that creates the true bond.

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