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by Arunansu Mar 4, 2008 category : Love, romance / desired love
I didn't consider the likelihood that a morn would go by thumping on your door, buzzing your bell, incessantly. It was awkward, yelling your name among a gang of children who left their play and stared at me, a milkman inquired whether I need some empty bottles to crash your window. An elderly couple, back from their morning stroll, advised, "Poor man, why not give her a call?" "Her wretched phone is currently switched off!", I muttered. "Perhaps she's still asleep!" "Or maybe she is unwell, or unconscious!" "Maybe she has gone out somewhere." "Better call the police!" I was getting immersed in opinions, when a small note caught my eye, "Dear Max, I have lost my keys. Staying at a friend's place. What's wrong with your phone?"