I stand alone in a crowded place. Looking around for a familiar face. People's face. Smile. Laughter. Different size – thin. Tall. Fat. Slim. It appears I'm waiting. For whom I'm no sure. I'm alone. Cold. Warm. Cold again. Tears fill up my lower eye lid. No one to turn too. Why I ask myself?
Why do I feel sometimes like that?

Then I got the answer from a T-shirt. Being single is priceless except some days.

Today must be the day for me.

I stand alone.

Gold Poovan
Sent from my Fabulous iPhone


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