Four Shot: SAY GOOD-BYE--Part 3, Pg 26 (updated--June 17th) - Page 10

Originally posted by: DDC1

Navin,
Being loquacious about your writing would be redundant.. let me just say this was soul stirringly bittersweet

You do this thing to me.. you make me want to stop writing cos I cant help but compare mine unfavorably!

Originally posted by: napstermonster

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="3">What utter nonsense is this? I have to assume, that you haven't ever read your own work, probably not even when you are typing it out! Why would you think this, you strange weird woman , when what you write and delight the rest of us with is so effervescent and fun and light-hearted? Nimbu paani with sugar and dher sara ice, my dear, while mine is probably thick awful black coffee in comparison-bitter, and not to everyone's taste. You reach far more people, because you capture the lighthearted essence so beautifully, Surely, surely, you know this? Now go read your own work (I'll join you, actually--feeling a bit down) and know that it is in no inferior to anyone else's work, least of all mine!
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Originally posted by: curledup

Please stop, stop, stop tormenting me with the web of words you have so carefully spun around my heart. Stop asking for tears to fall from eyes, stop making my hands shake. But me asking you would be of no use because it will happen anyway, all of this, this feeling, this torment. It will happen. Yeh tune kya kiya?

All the words that you have so carefully injected into my blood have worked in such a way that I do not know whether I am in a state of peaceful slumber quietly weaving their happieness into a blanket and covering myself with it, or whether I'm in a state of panic, shock, too afraid to blink because I am fearing their seperation. Yeh tune kya kiya?


'Tainted' she didn't want to leave a stain but doesn't she see every soft finger on his body is a mark, every crushing of pill is a fingerprint into his body one that will never leave his system.
Without a dialogue you conveyed so much, you conveyed every fleeting emotion and raw. Raw. You showed us the raw flesh that is exposed before a healing scab forms over it. The repeating of the madness, the repetition, this repetition is madness.

Yeh tune kya kiya? Kya kiye?