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You feel different, he says, touching with my hair. I move away. My ankles brushing past his. Carelessly. Maybe its called growing up... I feel older...somehow... I muse, searching for the moon. There is a sudden, stubborn silence. Ive been waiting for you to come back, he follows me. There is a dull breeze. The grass damp. Dewey. I face him. For the first time. Things change, you know. Doesnt that scare you? That we may never see each other the same way...the way we were... I speak fast, my heart racing. For a while we remain like that. Slow down... he then whispers. Laying down beside me. Things come back...when you slow down...sometimes....when you see the world in reverse...sometimes... he makes a promise. There are no clouds. ***** Dushyant Singh Kanoria & I Youve Got The Wrong Girl (Hachette India) - Edits Summer 2015
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 14:50:21 +0000

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