http://slow.writerscafe.org/Madhulika0 The original writings of author The_Idle_Fancy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069700 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Short description of the arrival of the lost lover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2115838/ Friends have merely become acquaintances,Acquaintances claim to be lovers.Lovers have become friends.Love is my whole life;Where life's the ultimate truth, And truth uncanny and absurd.The pain is the only wayI find myself, else,I am not even in me.I am not even in me,And you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2086867/ 1.There was a stillness in her stare. As if she was pouring patience out of her eyes, depicting all the experiences she had accumulated. While she was sitting alone on the chair, I found she was quite at peace with herself.This was a complete new person. Nothing reminded me of the girl I knew years .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049919/ I preferred the serene silence that had engrossed us; the silence that moved from you to me and vice versa,maybe, but hey, I can listen to something: your little whispers into my ears, every morn, my replies that would leave you unearthed and abashed mostly, the sweet-little-nothings that you would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049917/ Over the years of serious solitude, I have developed this habit of looking out of the window, trying to connect to the rest of the world. The tiny droplets of water that dauntlessly came through the clouds, have now rested on the glass shade of the window; still travelling to congregate to the grou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049916/ Where were you,I’ve been lookin’ for you so longI’ve been lookin’ for you everywhereWell do you know, I’ve found someone newOw, I said it, if only you’d care.He says he likes me too muchSometimes he plays with my hair,He says he can spent his life with meOh! I sai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049915/ Why is it that each of your smile touches my very heart,Just to know that it comes fro pain?Why is it that, your eyes that say so much, is quite today?Why is it that, your lashes fail to suppress your heart's pour, right from your eyes?Why is it that, you have'nt covered yourself, yet you are veiled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049914/ The Last Day With One Of the Finest Person I've met. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhulika0/2049690/