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Mit gayi dooriyan


The silsila that I kept going for almost 3 and a half years finally broke 4 months back. I am talking about being faithful to my blog and  coming back to it at least once every month, no matter what. Although many hearts (or was it just mine?) and dreams also broke but I will prefer talking about 'sagittalsection' and me.

Dear Blog,
I would be lying if I say that I didn't cheat upon you. I did and I apologize for it. I had a situation-driven-fling with somebody. You know him well. It's that diary I keep hidden in that drawer. I had lied to you when I told you that I had gotten over it and that I had thrown it away. Instead I kept it close to me all this while. And I felt the need to go back to it because there were certain things that I couldn't share with you...and moreover there were some worries that I needed to sort out without troubling you. D gave me the refuge I was craving for. There were times when I shared with it and inflicted pain upon it by tearing away those pages. Like me, D has been through hell. It is a strange relationship I share. D and I have been together for almost 2 decades now. D has seen me grow up from that little school girl to this woman you see today. I am not saying that you and I have shared any less memories. I am just saying I cannot do without either of you. 

I won't be able to say the words that you want to hear. Dear B, I cannot be all yours, I need D too. May be it is too much I am asking for. But I hope you understand that I came back to you, because I want you. I need you...just the way you have been, sharing more laughter than tears. I would not deny that our common friends tried to drive me towards you. But it's not after their coaxing that I have come back to you. It's solely my decision. Trust me... 

Please take me back. I love you...

Waiting for your reply.
S

Comments

Unknown said…
Dooriyaan banti mit thi rehti hain, tension nahin lene ka. welcome back. no issues with D.

yours,
B
Shazia said…
Dear B,

Thank you. :)

Yours,
S
Invictus said…
waah, aapse to blog bhi baat karte hian, humse log bhi baat nahin karte.

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