Wait for me, will you?

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If not anything, I'd come here with jars of coffee and write. Yes, there have been days when I step my feet here with my mind more nurtured than before. Words like baskets filled with Blueberries accompany me but I have to be careful so they don't fall down on the floor.

I had never thought I'd have people waiting for what I write. I received your letters. They smelled like bottle green coloured trees. I read the lines you sent me and they sounded as if I'd promised to get back soon. I haven't really spoken with all of you yet we communicate in a way. The silent conversations bright up my eyes and warm up the way I look at everything you send me. It's the season of Autumn and it's beautiful in its own way.

It's been a month since I heard the sound as I type these words. I'll keep the unmade promise nonetheless. I've got stories to tell. People to introduce. Volumes to write.

How're you all doing?
I'm sending love. And I hope you receive it.

Comments

  1. Sahara ShresthaOctober 13, 2012 1:52 am

    i miss your writing. you should write often. :)
    much love,
    saharious.

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  2. Amrit SinhaOctober 13, 2012 4:36 am

    Will be waiting for more :-)

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  3. GhadeerOctober 13, 2012 5:28 am

    We will wait :)

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  4. JackOctober 13, 2012 6:30 am

    I do I do,

    Waiting to hear what you have up your sleeve for us. Do not delay too much as I am sure you are aware that anxiety is not good at this age.

    Take care

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  5. AnishaOctober 13, 2012 9:19 am

    your words are like melodies of a different kind :)

    +Not Just My Allegories+

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  6. AVYOctober 13, 2012 9:55 am

    You're so sweet :*

    / Avy
    http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com



    ♥

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  7. Anne FrankOctober 17, 2012 4:20 pm

    received!! =)

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  8. Rea GOctober 18, 2012 12:06 am

    Will be waiting for your words. :)

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  9. Pesto SauceOctober 18, 2012 5:07 am

    Received love and glad you are sharing. We all need love but no one shares it

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  10. A Great LiarOctober 20, 2012 9:06 am

    Btfly expressed. "Words like baskets filled with Blueberries". One of those days indeed! :)

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