Clink, clink, clack. Went the monotony of silver-ware on china. It was a din so loud and constant, not a second did it slack. She sat still, her mouth stuffed with food. Beads of perspiration rolling down her forehead. Since eating kept her mood in check, as it should. Suddenly realizing the echo of chewing filled her ears, to deafness. Ahem, will you marry me? Oh, he said.

And then keeps running for a while.

and weirdly this feeling of singlehood also brings with it a feeling of wholeness. And that is the biggest reason for this ecsta.

Then it chose to be yet another face in the crowd; and soon, it realized it can make some difference. Na tha kuchh to vo tha, kuchh naa hota to vo hota,. Dubayaa sabko uske hone ne, na hota vo toh kya hota? Waise, thoda bahut alag ho skta hai. Power wale chasme se yehi padhne me aaya. Baat mere sawaal ki hai, ya,. Baat tere agar magar ki hai. Toone bhi agar ki hai.