Well I know it’s kind of late I hope I didn’t wake you But what I got to say can’t wait I know you’d understand Every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I’ll have to say I love you in a song Jim Croce, I’ll Have to SayContinue reading “The Song”
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The Last Ranges
“You still snore”, he said. “Even after all these years”. “And I still don’t believe you”, she replied, irritated. He was walking ahead of her and she was finding it hard to keep pace with him. “I thought we were to walk “together”” she said, panting as she struggled to walk steadily on the uphillContinue reading “The Last Ranges”
The Way We Were
The trees and hills went in a blur of brownish green as the car whizzed past the lovely scenery. The lashing rains on the windscreen added the perfect soundtrack to the wonderful image nature had painted as they drove across the ghats. The white shirt guy was driving. The green top girl sat beside himContinue reading “The Way We Were”
August Rain
He got up from his seat to put a coin in the jukebox. ”Not Ben King again please”, she implored with a smile. “Naah, it’s Carole King now”, he replied. He went up and put in a coin to play Way Over Yonder. As the female King’s mellifluous voice started singing, he came back withContinue reading “August Rain”
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