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From diary of Guy in Black I




6th November 2006
It’s funny that today the professor said ‘Remain silent and concentrate!’? She was sitting a couple of benches diagonally ahead of me but I feel I was listening to her heart beats loud and clear. Every time she smiled with those dimples, I felt that I was touching my guitar with a 700 watt amplifier. And I swear when she gets that expression (how do I write about it, wish I was a painter and can draw it all over the canvas but I am not. So I’ll just close my eyes and think of her) I almost heard waves coming to the shores at sunset. Gosh, can nobody hear that? Is my professor dumb? He says ‘concentrate’ and I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest if she had looked back with that smile. So I just covered my ears and closed my eyes hoping the guitars and the oceans would disappear.  


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  1. KaushalMay 18, 2012 at 5:19 AM

    I happen to be a guitarist. Luvd it

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  2. SaumyaMay 27, 2012 at 3:21 AM

    The picture in this one...it's just, fit to perfection...haha. Very descriptive. Like it!

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    1. Ishan MathurMay 27, 2012 at 3:25 AM

      haha...the guy in black is wearing 'black' a lot, it's getting onto him.

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    2. SaumyaMay 27, 2012 at 3:27 AM

      Did you paint these??

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    3. Ishan MathurMay 27, 2012 at 3:33 AM

      naaahhh....i have never been good at painting, just lucky enough to find right pictures.

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    4. SaumyaMay 27, 2012 at 3:37 AM

      Haha (:

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