is always very long. only sometimes the story teller makes it look like a short story.
a story can be ten years long, but it still has to be told within a finite space. you cannot afford a Suitable Boy because before you reach page ten, you will run out of words. that is for authors.
this is for me. a dainty little blog, almost like my paramour, extracting the truth from me every time. is she lucky? or does she not care? or does she want me to tell her story? if the blog too becomes a woman, i will soon get confused between her and the woman i was going to tell you about.
it is a once upon a time story and it is about a woman who studied something as obscure as metallurgy in a godforsaken university.
did i say i will finish the story?
4 comments:
Intriguing?
By the way which one studied metallurgy?
Nice tickling entry, by the way.
...Now that was wicked of you...
oh come on!
if i had a story, i would have told it long long back . . .
pls complete the story then :)
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