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  You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? We're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.  

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    • Orange Juice

      She was leaning over the car when he first saw her and he was attracted to her the moment he saw her. She was having her orange juice. He sat down in the bench opposite to, where her car was parked and he started enjoying the way she had her juice. Zip went the juice into her throat and he felt he was letting his control go out of his hands as fast as the juice was going into her mouth and by the time the juice was over, he was completely insane over her and she throwed the juice pack.


      He was playing like a kid with the juice pack and like a beggar he was begging for last sip in the pack so that he could taste the juice that she tasted. That was the elixir of his life at that moment. The girl was waiting for someone the boy thought and he prayed to God that no boy should come. The level of possessiveness has already started flying high in his thoughts and even her friend having her arms around her made gas come out of his ears.


      She was waiting for an hour, the guy also thanked for the one who was turning up so that he could still watch her and he started liking whatever she did. Be her walk, smile, the way she holds the phone, her style of attending the phone call and the guy was getting masters in her activities.


      Suddenly her eyes caught hold of him watching her and they two saw each other eye to eye and the boy was clean bold, the sight of her watching him, made him a superman. His foot was on his head and there was his immaculate smile at her. He felt like he could die at that moment and said to his himself this is my best moment.


      She cared a damn about him and turned around and was humming her favorite song. Her face was half covered with her long hair and she skimmed over hair to take those falling hair on her face. It was falling again and again and every time the boy fell for her.


      At that instant a boy in his bullet came with a bunch of white roses and in the middle of those were three roses and gave it her and gave a gentle kiss on her hand and the boy felt like a thorn inside the rose was under his ass. There ends his love.



      He went up and got into the next bus, after getting the ticket, he glanced back, she was sitting at the bike and they both passed him and the girl at that moment gave a look into the bus and a single drop of juice that went inside him was coming out of his eyes.

      Orange Juice - Friday, September 30, 2005 -

      Monday, October 03, 2005 5:35:00 AM

      dai

      yaaru katha da ithu?? nalla irruku..

      naatamai    

      Monday, October 03, 2005 5:55:00 AM

      en karpanayil valarnatha kathai    

      Tuesday, October 18, 2005 7:41:00 AM

      dai payanayum ponnayum interchange pannirukalam appavume pasanga E.V mathiri solliiruka.....
      Jana    

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