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The seasons in this year seems different,
The phase pf the moon this month looks different,
The winds direction this week feels different
Mr.Perfect
The mintiness in the atmosphere each day tastes different,
The light the sky scatters each hour looks different,
The emotions each minute are different,
The clocks tic tic as each second pass sounds different
Mr.Perfect
This is no perfect poem, no perfect line, no perfect rhyme,
just a hint,
that,
This time it will be different Mr.Perfect!
Chapter 1
The only thing that illuminates the large room are the dim peach-yellowish candles all over the place. With the heater on in that mahogany room, it feels warm and cozy. There is nothing on the floor a single eye could spot, it is as neat as a room could be. Over the bed-side table he sat near the window on his laptop. He takes a sip of hot chocolate and then puts the brown mug on thw window sill. His eyes on the laptop screen then out the window. He looks at the cold night and sighs. It had been snowing non-stop for days. He ayank Sharma, one of the most successful business man in New York city continues working on his new business project. After a couple of seconds later, he hears a knock and a soft voice saying "Daddy". He turns around, giving her a million dollars worth smile and tells her to come inside.
She walks on the deep drifted snow till she finds a bench to sit on. Sitting down she realizes that it is colder than she thought it would be. Holding on to her heavy rose pink coat tighter, she sighs. It has been snowing non-stop for ages, but she didn't mind, infact she have always loved snow in her entire life. She sits quitely for a long time, hearing the Christmas carols playing down the street. She just wants to be alone, far from the entire world. Just wants to think peacefully about her future. Of corse she has left her past way behind, and she could never go back to it. After a while, she finally stands up and heads back o the hotel. Entering her room she takes her coat and boots off and closes the lamp, thinking in the darkness. Tomorrow would be a new start of her new life. She, Nupur Bhushan, always wanted to be a teacher, and tomorrow she would get to live her dream. Every kid always loves her because whenever she is with them, she too becomes a kid. She looks out the window at the white snowflakes, still thinking, and she doesn't even know when she feel asleep.
Should I continue or not? Have read a lot of FF's on Mayur and thought of writing one on them too. I know this is not as good as everyone elses, but I hope you like it. Do read and comment please, and do add me in your buddy list so it would be easier to pm you whenever I update. Thanks a lot.
And also wrote it today, because today is a very special day, Happy birthday Arjun hope you have a rocking day, love you a lot.
Sana.
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