You are a photographer. Not just one, but quiet a famous one. And you take me to your house to show me your collection of photos. I look at each in excitement. Excitement that wishes to hide away in eyes. You saw it? No?! My lips slightly apart, I am lost in your world of images.
Our minds converse with each other and I begin:
‘These aren’t pictures.’
‘Hmm..So what are these?’
‘Some are images of my thoughts.’
‘Is that all?’
‘And some…some are images of our relativeness.’
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Hahahahaha... Reading the first few lines, I could sense that you are getting a little mischievous by every passing day ;)
But after reading the whole post, I was again as clueless as I have always been. :P
In a way i am quite happy for you ... i like the header ... remember its your words that bring people there and keep them there ... so keep writing ...
Sands, weird? Always?
Shekar, it is called a crazy post. It was meant to mean nothing. Really!
MrNiice, I am happy too. Some ppl dont hear even wen we repeat, so it is better to keep ppl who listen than who don't.
:-) :-) :-)
Melancholy beings relate even in a void.
I guess Peter is the only one who apparently understood the meaning of this post.And obviously,i didnt understand what he said:) Words are intriguing sometimes,especially when they come from smart brains.
Kripssmart, :)
Srishti, :P
Peter, and there could be excitement too in void.
Rajeswari, Hey Peter take a compliment for you. Smart brain.
Its not intelligence or smartness ,its empathy.
Lovely!
"Images of our relativeness"
Couldn't have put it better.
Ash, you came back? To comment once again? *all smiles*
The photographer came to comment! The photographer came to comment!
Ty!
It wud be more exciting if u cud put a meaning to every post...
Note: I meant Meaning...
Amy, it isnt meaning that I want to put through, but feelings.
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