22 Jun 2009

in third person.

.the guy holding the girl's hand..looking far into her eyes whispering sweet nothings....in a corner table of the cofee house.

a great looking girl desperately trying to hold the attention of the guy who looks everywhere else excepting at her when she talks.

the old guy in his 40s with his wife looking at a young couple reminiscent of his youth.

.....and yeah me right there in the center of the crowd but not a part of it.

yeah it is me...the third person.
yes, before the archelogical survey of india takes over my blog i thnk i should start filling it again.