The violins playing, the birds singing, and rose petals raining.
But here she was - her life, a candy floss movie.....
Broken violins, dead birds, and trampled rose beds.
The execution, surprisingly, was much easier than the planning.
Candy floss was never her taste anyway.
13 comments :
You never known when fiction turns real, when somebody's imagination gets personified...in what way is the twist. :)
I know I'm gonna talk to you about this one, rather than post a comment here... still, I just have one question...
Did you HAVE to choose that title there? I'm not in any danger, am I...? :P
Cheers,
Joy...
@ Bhargavi - You bet!!
But at most times, fiction has its roots in reality. ;)
Welcome to C'est La Vie. Hope to see you around. :)
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@ JOY - :P
Happy with the explanation? Let's just keep that scene on, k!?
Cheers
loved this one totally...
u r writing intense ones these days.
this one is so black and white!
My curiosity was quenched... so I'm content with the explanation. Just showed that I was right in what I thought... well, kinda :P
That scene's on. And, who knows... there might just be another story waiting out there :P hehe
@ VC - :)
Glad that you liked it. :)
@ Arnab - Will call you soon. :)
There is this beauty in the fairytale and yet hurt .....so much like life :)
55 is so captivating
"whistles"
violins birds and rose petals? :P
naice.
i will ignore the rest of it. i am sure it was some passing phase of sadness maybe? :)
@ Scribbling Girl: Thanks...life's strange, isn't it?
@Pesto: Yup!! Why don't yo give it a try sometime?
@Raj: Full on DDLJ types. :D :D The rest was a part of it. ;)
wow.. this is amazing to find a whole network of Indian bloggers here..
I am glad!
Your blog is nice!
@Yogini: Thank you and welcome!! :)
hope to see ya around :)
Cheers
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