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You will never realise what you had till you lose it. How can you go back, if there is nothing to go back to? 

Today I became the legs which carried a man to his heavenly abode. Sorrow comforted me as I embarked on my silent journey. The rain wept for me as I stood watching the flames embrace him. You have lost another face to the great wall of memories, sobbed my heart.    

When was the last time you had a drink, the mosquito asked the Count. 

Stop thinking. About what will happens. About what will she think. About what will he do. About how they will live. About what they can do. About how they could do it. About how she can even think about it. About how he dared to say so. About how they forgot all about it. About everything. About me. About you. About them. About the world. About where this blog is headed. 

The rock just sat there listening to the wind. The wind unleashed its woes. It screamed, sobbed, laughed and kissed the rock. The rock just did what rocks always do. 

Do you think she is going to buy that? Its such a lousy excuse. Try anyway, who knows. They say love is blind, hope she is blinded enough to miss this one. Friends he sighed, before pressing the door bell.  

The plan was to kill off the informer once his role was over. The problem was that the informer also had similar plans. The only difference in both the plans was about who will get killed in the end.    

The one eyed cat on the three legged sofa mewed. The old man looked up as if he saw a ghost in the broken mirror. A goldfish swam upside down in a broken bowl. The sun was setting in the East. It was December, the hottest month of the season. And so the story began.   

To discover what you never had, you should experience something you never had. Sometimes you will never know what you never had because you never knew what you never had. You can call it a never never situation. 

Te dead mans eyes were open. It was as if he was never through with seeing what the world is all about. Maybe he is not through with the so called flashback of life. Or was he trying to see beyond his life. Only a dead man will know that. 

The sun never sets these days. Which means there are no nights, just days and days. The word nocturnal has been termed obsolete. Now you can see owls hunting in broad daylight. The blind man went on and on until the morphine led his sun to set in the West. 

Can you hear the wings flap? Can you see the talons shine? Can you feel the flesh tear?  

Once there was a great flood and all our memories perished in that, the old man whispered. Now the skies are gearing up for another coup. I am sure our present will also disappear in this downpour. They looked at him as if he was some messiah of doom. That old fool has opened the floodgate of memories, some cursed.    

When the seagulls soar. The tide returns home.  Like an overworked husband. To embrace the beach.