Joe Reloaded

My Blog: 08/27/09

Picture a girl sitin on th wndw seat of a local train...wind playin thru hr hair in th utmst trance of ecstacy...her heart beatin to th tunes of Rahman leavin bhind wrinkles of joy on her sleep driven face cmplimntin her alrdy scaterd playful hair. Oh! That was too much, bt thrs more... A std nokia sms tone beepd off n she wid xcitmnt ovrflwin her eyes read th msg... It was her bf, he ll nt b joinin tday frm th nxt station. Bt th heart brker is, she is stil waitin fo him wid her eyes on th door; N as th train stopd; out of nowhr came Sanju her old 'bf'. She obvsly gave away th seat reservd by her bag to him n said 'Its gd u came, tday that moron wil nt b joinin us'
Th wind stopd foolin arnd thraftr n i gues rehman ws replacd by himesh!