
As
they met, the alarm bell sounded, and scared, she ran away.
Bangs
resounded and people rejoiced, oblivious to the broken hearts. For them, it was
a happy moment, a Happy New Year.
PS:
Again wishing everyone a Happy New Year…!!
PPS:
I’m a bit too happy today as I just crossed 21k page views in around 11 months.
Thank you readers! Yippieee!! :D
Why Karan, why? Why a broken heart in your first post of 2014? While I sit hoping this is not autobiographical, I also sit hoping I have many more posts to read from you this year. :)
ReplyDeleteHappy 2014!
Hope to read your posts as well Ma'am...:)
DeleteThe broken hearts were the hands of the clock...and not at all autobiographical...:)
Wish you a Happy 2014 as well..:D
Here's hoping 2014 works at joining hearts...
ReplyDeleteHappy 2014! :)
Amen...:)
DeleteWish you a Happy 2014 as well Ma'am...:D
the meeting of the clock's hands at midnight well described Karan!
ReplyDeletehappy new year again! :D
Thank you Aayesha...glad you liked it...:D
DeleteWow! I kind of loved the end... yes it is sad but something about it held my senses.. Happy new year to you :-)
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Glad you liked it Ma'am...:D
DeleteKeep visiting..!!
Happy New Year Buddy....keep blogging :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Buddy...Wish you the same...:D
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