[ The original one was written much earlier. Its a sad story. Read on...]
“Melanie dear, the New Year night
was a gust of wayward wind that brought you
inside my shabby room. Draped
in shyness, you smiled; my violin
played out a ballad-”
“Excuse me, I’m not Melanie- I’m Susie!”
“Oh Susie! Happy New Year, sweetheart!
You know, last night the breeze
that smelled of spring, brought you
inside my cozy little room. You put out the candles,
took away the violin from my hand-”
“Sorry Arun, I do not recall doing anything like that!
Try some other number!”
Miss-connection
Last edited by arunansu on Sat Jan 03, 2009 12:19 pm, edited 3 times in total.
Sorry for the typo. Edited. 
Aru
I like this, it's not just the content, it's also the tone in which you have communicated the whole
thing. It really made me smile, you really captured the innocence of the mistake.
It is certainly a different set of circumstances to a lot of your other very visually rewarding work.
This really portrays a set of thought processes that are really endearing, well done.
enjoyed in totality
Tim ps. great title.
I like this, it's not just the content, it's also the tone in which you have communicated the whole
thing. It really made me smile, you really captured the innocence of the mistake.
It is certainly a different set of circumstances to a lot of your other very visually rewarding work.
This really portrays a set of thought processes that are really endearing, well done.
enjoyed in totality
Tim ps. great title.
to anticipate touching what is unseen seems far more interesting than seeing what the hand can not touch
Thank you all. Wish you all a Happy New Year.
Cheers.
Cheers.