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Life is so short. Why can’t we keep aside all our ambitions, apprehensions, jealousy, caste, creed, and religion…cultures? And just live for each other…just as two human beings in need of each other, two human beings dependent on each other. Like a servant and a master at the same time…why can’t we live for the sake of love itself?

I love you.

Comments

preeti said…
phew, that's heavy almost khalil gibran!!
Ghetufool said…
i am glad that you realised my fool potential.
kaushik said…
As an answer because.. we have to eat as well and others are not as intelligent like you and me to realise what you wrote...
Sayantani said…
awwwww, that's sweet, but that's not done at all! how do we live life without bitching? :)
Shuv said…
me too.
Nautilus said…
Whoa! What happened? Every time I take a break, I come back to see some angst ridden post!! Anyway, I have to read through your last 3 months' posts...hopefully they won't give me this Pablo Neruda meets Shakti Chattopadhyay feel! :-)
Ghetufool said…
kaushik,
i understand that you are not as intelligent as i am, but didn't you learn at an early age that you should rebuke others?

sayantani,
bitching is for girls, for us, it's dogging.
Ghetufool said…
shuv,
you mean you love me or that you also love the girl i love...you cynical bastard...

nautilas,
in real life, probably i can never near their talent...at least i am trying to. you might say i a pretending...but it has it's own fun.
kaushik said…
Ghetu: Whats this about you loving?? Dont open the Pandora's Box..

Remember what I wrote on one of your posts??
Shuv said…
i lou the girl u lou..and i love u.

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