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"Suman Tiwari"
Out of habit, I put your name on the search engine. My thoughts echo your name.
After long seven years today Friendsbook could show my answer.
Your photograph leaps out at me.
My Suman Tiwari, my Sumo. Smiling her most beautiful smile.
My stomach fills up with butterflies.
The teenager has acquired a radiance of maturity with a gloss of elegance. She looks even more beautiful than before.
Had anyone ever thought that even you could look like a lady? I smile.
My Sumo.
You look so different yet the same.
I can easily recognize you by your eyes, by your smile.
Does your smile still change with your moods like they used to?
Your eyes still reveal a mysterious sense of vulnerability. But vulnerable and you? I wonder if eyes too can deceive.
Chin propped on your hand and a hair strand falling on your eye, you look breathtakingly beautiful. I know if you've given me a number of sleepless nights before, this picture is going to haunt me for days.
I wonder what you think about me now. Do I ever across your mind? Will I ever see you again. Do you want to see me? It hurts so bad I can barely breath.
The walls around me begin to fall, in the wish to see you again but I remind myself that there lies nothing more than a fake heartless selfish girl behind that pretty face.
Still I am hurt and still I ache but still I wait to see you again. Dying, inside, these walls.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply to you on the previous ones, I'll do that as soon as I can find ample time. My schedules are pretty jammed up due to the upcoming exams.
Hope you liked this one too.
#Mission850
This one was for you, Reshma.
Thank you for reading.
Love,
Swarnima.
Cricket
Seher Hone Ko Hai
