Logging on after hotmail after 3 years now, and I'm feeling so nostalgic.. Those talks with special friends n getting attatched to people I didn't know, stuff to share about daily things happening to me. But no more... I miss the DA, the people in it, how I'd sneak online late at night when mum din allow me to surf coz of boards.. n chatting with el, fawkes, bro.. N all the thigns that happened then.. Serious things, that changed my life in so many ways I can't even repeat. I'm so glad to have those memories. And ways to repoduce them right now.. Certain smells, certain words.Miss those times, those people, who're hardly a part of my life anymore.
Yaaaayyyy!!! People I found it!! I'm so glad this wasn't corrupted in my pen drive! Hope you guys enjoy the read, and moreover, the ficticious memories! :) 24/ May/ 09 Chi looked at the computer while transferring her pictures to the pen drive. She had the expression one would have when they saw a picture of their dog after long. However, it was obviously misinterpreted by me. She was actually disgusted with the way Ranka sang. It was a pity that he sat next to her while he listened to his music. She had to listen his besura voice. Often she’d come along complaining. And the hours of stress and prolonged exposure to the computer screen made us go out for walks or to drink some water. One of those days, Chi turned left and slapped Ranka right across the face. He looked right, and asked stupidly – “What?” She raged with the utmost disgust and self-pity. “Your voice sounds like a rat being killed.” “So?” he asked. She didn’t know how else to make him stop. They were the nights I’d...
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