That Kohl Eyed Indian Girl

A DrOp Of DiStRuSt...... Waywardness Of a Drop... Spherical in shape; A drop of Distrust...... Losing All its Soul innate; It moves and comes Out; It comes out and Moves in; A Drop Of Distrust.... Inside Out..... Numb and Cold... A Drop of Distrust............. Neither thus it Stay; Nor does it Flow: A drop of Distrust.... Oceans,lakes,Rivers, Even the Betrayal Tears: All JuSt A Drop of Distrust.. Fearful and Alive: A dRoPP Off Distrust.... Doesnt know its identity A DrOp Of DiStRuSt..... A dRoPP oF dIstrust.... Looks For A PIECE OF EARTH: Which It Can Hugg...... A Drop of Distrust........ Lived enough wants to sway away.... A DrOp Of DiStrust... Neither grows Nor diminishes: A Drop Of DiStRust....... Teaches you so much A DrOp Of DiStRuSt.......... Broken still with you: a drop of distrust... Sometimes SeXyy Pearls: sometimes Fearful Poison: A DrOp Of DiStRuStttt..... A simple DROP OF DISTRUST............... mani.

Dedicated to people who think relationships are nothing but jokes.....something I came across while being in Delhi......a simple yet toucing enough to be noticeable story....- Lets read a romantic story: About a girl who was punjabi: And a guy from IIT... They met near the poool dance party.. On the "RENDEZVOUS" national Fest PaRtY !!! The girl wore a Red crotchet: With a sensational red on her lips, Blooming white skin and Curvaceous she was: The guy was a geek: handsome,clean and tall.... All including him were dying for just one dance: This Punjabi girl knew she had all ;) Gaurav Garg was his name....a typical Kanpur boy:::: And she was Jasmine "Gargi's" freshest scent raw: The guy fell in true love: truerr than the truesttt :) With a gold heart he said..... " Hey will you come for a dance??? " She looked at him and stared: His heart missed the beats: Was she The Cleopetra??? or the Real Goddess Of Beauty??? She thought she wa