Remember Parno ?Hey I , am not talking about the
pseudo—-acqua–movies you watch while sitting in your couch —-I am
talking about Parno.
Parno—She belonged to everyone,and yet to no one. There was always a vaguely elusive quality about her , like a half remembered song.You could hum the melody, but the lyrics kept slipping away–Rasha–the first rain drop– was what I called her.She was Parno for the world, but for me she was Rasha–the first drop of the rain.Her demand for freedom was insistent,but her allegience to anyone who could accept her within such limit was boundless.There always a faint aura of melancholy surrounding al her mirth and vivacious nature.
She had this complusion to behave in a way exactly opposite to her real desire. She could charm bird right out of its tree and give it five new songs to sing. She always took decisions in haste and repented at leisure.Like an impulsive bird she would dart off at different direction .She would never be silent when she could speak.She would never walk , when she could run.She could never turn a-way when she could help.
It was one of such afternoons , when I first saw her.She was at the book store. She had an extremely pretty interesting face with her hands fluttering in the air like lively birds.It was not as if I had not seen any one beautiful than her before , yet she had some delicate fragrance that breathed the fresh promise of the greenest ferns in the deepest part of the forbidden forest.I walked upto her, she was in a midst of an animated conversation with the salesman across the counter when suddenly.............( to be continued)
Parno—She belonged to everyone,and yet to no one. There was always a vaguely elusive quality about her , like a half remembered song.You could hum the melody, but the lyrics kept slipping away–Rasha–the first rain drop– was what I called her.She was Parno for the world, but for me she was Rasha–the first drop of the rain.Her demand for freedom was insistent,but her allegience to anyone who could accept her within such limit was boundless.There always a faint aura of melancholy surrounding al her mirth and vivacious nature.
She had this complusion to behave in a way exactly opposite to her real desire. She could charm bird right out of its tree and give it five new songs to sing. She always took decisions in haste and repented at leisure.Like an impulsive bird she would dart off at different direction .She would never be silent when she could speak.She would never walk , when she could run.She could never turn a-way when she could help.
It was one of such afternoons , when I first saw her.She was at the book store. She had an extremely pretty interesting face with her hands fluttering in the air like lively birds.It was not as if I had not seen any one beautiful than her before , yet she had some delicate fragrance that breathed the fresh promise of the greenest ferns in the deepest part of the forbidden forest.I walked upto her, she was in a midst of an animated conversation with the salesman across the counter when suddenly.............( to be continued)
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