Pardon my ignorance, for I am really poor when it comes to finding words to describe the beauty that I saw in her. It was the prettiest thing that ever happened to me. Why did it rain? Why did I walk into the Coffee House?
“Nithin? You are Nithin Jayan...right? Wow this is cool! Still puzzled? We met in the timelines of twitter”
We talked for hours. It was like we knew each other for ages. It still rained.
Coffee; another hour; the rain never stopped.
The virtual world was gifting me a fairy tale to fill my rather mundane life.
Thunder!
It’s still dark.
What did she look like? Her voice? Her name? Her Handle?
A key stroke; the laptop wakes from sleep. The twitter whale jeers at me.
(Handle- username, Twitter whale- the fail whale that pops up when twitter fails)
16 comments:
the whale constantly is failing these days :P..well it sure puts a stop to ur darling updates :D...
urs..hemu..
@hemz
err ;) yeah yeah
I was thinking tat tis post ws based on ur TVM trip yesterday Lol
when I read the last line :P
oru duetunkoode aakaamayirunnu...
and stamping or stomping grounds?
wow nice one nithin .. but which handle u r talking about???
@pj
oho...nee allelum samshayarogiyalle ;)
@azgar
njan udheshichathu stampinga (chavity methikkuka) but yeah stomping is better ;)
@nehu
:) the handle i saw in my dream ;)
So Fail Whale is the villain of this beautiful story huh! :) Lovely post!
@silverine
eggjactly ;)
nice this :)
@chatty
:) cheers
righto!
nice...
Good outlook - the twitter whale jeering..
@sushan
;) n hu do i have here ;)
there is also a ready made villain in the love story!
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