some times a blast of wind comes to your life....and you stand there like a khor kuto (read feather).. getting carried away.. don't know what you are doing where are you going...going in a new dimension never known before solely relying on your heart and relying blinded on the wind which has taken you off from your feet and seem simply surrendering in that turbulence letting you float in the whirlwind of emotion and secured in the powerful arms of that wind which has rendered you powerless...
08/03/2010 03:56 PM
And that about the wind? It is blowing because someone so special is floating on him. The moment she gets down, it will spot blowing for the rest of his life.
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