yesterday I have seen few photograps in orkut, practically in someones album and could stop for a mont to save them. i know it is not right but could not stop myself doing that. At leats I deserve to keep an image formed out of million pixels assembled together with some line drawing algorithm created by nerd, which atleast gives nourishment to my feelings at times. Or may be reenergise my feelings. You know lately I have been thinking that, this idea of feelings or say love is more active and more beautiful as long as it is not fulfilled. An unfullfilled dream, and unfulfilled project , and unfullfiled building and even and unfulfilled love story is always romantic.

Coming back to main point, actually you can get a breif idea about this post in ine of my last post. don't ask me which one otherwise where is the fun. I was waiting for so many days to see how she looks now and when have seen her pics yesterday i can say she has not changed a little bit. Atleast in looks and rest of the things trust me i never got a chance to figure out how it was, so that i can dertermine how it is. she looks the same , beautiful and lovely. now thats a limit I am sounding like the Andrea of Leo tolstoy's War and peace, who is basically her favourite writer. Truely speaking I really find leo tolstoy boring , its so difficult to remember the names you see. But I was watching the movie made in 1956 today and I find find it really good. Atleast Audrea hepburn was good. I don't know aht i am writing, i stop it here for the moment. You no bolgs a meant for that only wite what ever you feel like

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