FF: Pale Blue Dot Musing and Chatting Corner Thread 3 - Page 23

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"Uff!"
he restlessly flung aside the black metallic piece, whilst his legs involuntarily
accelerated the swing and his head rested back. The chill Martini filled glass
is totally failing to have its effect on him. He pressed the glass against his
temple so as to find solace from the fluttering inquietude. </font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"Did
I go overboard with her?" he self-evaluated. "Did she really meet
with an accident? But she looked absolutely normal, even her car is all-good,
not a single scratch on it, then how can she claim so? May be she woke up late
and was abashed to confess it, so she'd have come up with this excuse," he
self-justified his stance, though the pragmatic senses rebuked this
justification as her still dead mobile erupted as a testimony to the
whimsically strange phenomenon.</font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">---</font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"You are not as responsible as we supposed
and you lack dedication...," she rolled on the bed
sideways hardly shaking head to scoot of the arid echoes. After hundreds of
inquiries on accident and a visit to the family doctor, her peddamma
pressurized her to sleep and locked her in the bedroom two hours before, but
sleep is nowhere sympathizing with this perturbed soul. The letters of Gautam
to her when the former studied at a residential college and letters of her
father to her when she was away from home, resting below the pillow were
witnesses of her despondency. They are her any time resort whenever she is
crumbled to lowest possible level. </font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"We can afford losing talent..."</font>

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

"Uff!" he restlessly flung aside the black metallic piece, whilst his legs involuntarily accelerated the swing and his head rested back. The chill Martini filled glass is totally failing to have its effect on him. He pressed the glass against his temple so as to find solace from the fluttering inquietude.

"Did I go overboard with her?" he self-evaluated. "Did she really meet with an accident? But she looked absolutely normal, even her car is all-good, not a single scratch on it, then how can she claim so? May be she woke up late and was abashed to confess it, so she'd have come up with this excuse," he self-justified his stance, though the pragmatic senses rebuked this justification as her still dead mobile erupted as a testimony to the whimsically strange phenomenon.

---

"You are not as responsible as we supposed and you lack dedication...," she rolled on the bed sideways hardly shaking head to scoot of the arid echoes. After hundreds of inquiries on accident and a visit to the family doctor, her peddamma pressurized her to sleep and locked her in the bedroom two hours before, but sleep is nowhere sympathizing with this perturbed soul. The letters of Gautam to her when the former studied at a residential college and letters of her father to her when she was away from home, resting below the pillow were witnesses of her despondency. They are her any time resort whenever she is crumbled to lowest possible level.

"We can afford losing talent..."

Originally posted by: 1357raksha

Good morning lovely ppl...
have a nice day. ...

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"Uff!"
he restlessly flung aside the black metallic piece, whilst his legs involuntarily
accelerated the swing and his head rested back. The chill Martini filled glass
is totally failing to have its effect on him. He pressed the glass against his
temple so as to find solace from the fluttering inquietude. </font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"Did
I go overboard with her?" he self-evaluated. "Did she really meet
with an accident? But she looked absolutely normal, even her car is all-good,
not a single scratch on it, then how can she claim so? May be she woke up late
and was abashed to confess it, so she'd have come up with this excuse," he
self-justified his stance, though the pragmatic senses rebuked this
justification as her still dead mobile erupted as a testimony to the
whimsically strange phenomenon.</font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">---</font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"You are not as responsible as we supposed
and you lack dedication...," she rolled on the bed
sideways hardly shaking head to scoot of the arid echoes. After hundreds of
inquiries on accident and a visit to the family doctor, her peddamma
pressurized her to sleep and locked her in the bedroom two hours before, but
sleep is nowhere sympathizing with this perturbed soul. The letters of Gautam
to her when the former studied at a residential college and letters of her
father to her when she was away from home, resting below the pillow were
witnesses of her despondency. They are her any time resort whenever she is
crumbled to lowest possible level. </font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">"We can afford losing talent..."</font>

Originally posted by: Kalgi22

"Uff!" he restlessly flung aside the black metallic piece, whilst his legs involuntarily accelerated the swing and his head rested back. The chill Martini filled glass is totally failing to have its effect on him. He pressed the glass against his temple so as to find solace from the fluttering inquietude.

"Did I go overboard with her?" he self-evaluated. "Did she really meet with an accident? But she looked absolutely normal, even her car is all-good, not a single scratch on it, then how can she claim so? May be she woke up late and was abashed to confess it, so she'd have come up with this excuse," he self-justified his stance, though the pragmatic senses rebuked this justification as her still dead mobile erupted as a testimony to the whimsically strange phenomenon.

---

"You are not as responsible as we supposed and you lack dedication...," she rolled on the bed sideways hardly shaking head to scoot of the arid echoes. After hundreds of inquiries on accident and a visit to the family doctor, her peddamma pressurized her to sleep and locked her in the bedroom two hours before, but sleep is nowhere sympathizing with this perturbed soul. The letters of Gautam to her when the former studied at a residential college and letters of her father to her when she was away from home, resting below the pillow were witnesses of her despondency. They are her any time resort whenever she is crumbled to lowest possible level.

"We can afford losing talent..."

Originally posted by: harshu27

good morning rakshu and everyone... 😃 have grt day... 😛

Originally posted by: Geetbaala

Good morning Harshu😃

Originally posted by: harshu27

good morning geets wassup... h r u...? 😳

Originally posted by: Geetbaala

Feeling much better today😊