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3rd 55 Fiction;


He felt himself almost in heaven,
when he saw those deep-expressive-soft eyes,
watching  him with a delightful smile.
She was looking so stunning and vivacious.
A magnetic pull forced him to change his place beside her.
To his surprise…..
She was still watching the same place.
.
.
.
.
She was blind.


Message-Light up a life, Please Donate your Eyes.. :)

* A short-break from blogging world; See you soon :)

Comments

Shilpa said…
Good One Amit!
shilpa
Indian Pundit said…
Thats a great one.

Amit rocks as usual.
R S V said…
excellent..
I liked the feelings behind this..
Shruti said…
Hey amit, where's the topic?!
You expressed it very well!!
I loved it!!
Great message u left!!
BREAK FROM BLOGGING WORLD???!! WHY RE???
Singh Amit said…
@ Shilpa..
Thanks a lot... :)
cheers!!



@ IP

Thanks a lot...
Glad that u liked it.. :)
Cheers!!
Singh Amit said…
@ RSV

Thanks a lot.. :)
Glad that u liked it..
Cheers!!
Singh Amit said…
@ Shruti..
Thanks a lot..
Title of this post " Beautiful Eyes'
Forgot to mention... :)

Glad that u liked it.. :)


My short-break is very short, just 2-3 days...:)

Cheers!!!
Shas said…
A moving post. Keep it up!!!
Sat_hi_sh said…
a cause elegantly put :)
gr8 post Amit :)



keep blogging :)
cheers!!!
Ekam said…
Wow! That was very good. And at the same time very unexpected. Didn't expect the end at all:)
VISHNU said…
u jus reminded me of 1 short story called the "the eyes have it" by mark twain i think.. read it way back in 10th standard cbse.. thanks for bringin in the memories.. n nice message btw..
mAhEsH KaLaAL said…
Wow..... its touching and impacting.....ten out of ten.....
simply superb....sublime and solace..
Shankar said…
A very good 55 amith..good going...
Samadrita said…
Hey this is a nice one.Atleast the suspense element is pretty much reserved till the end. :)
- Sugar Cube - said…
To create a particular mood & interest in 55 fiction is not so easy since the story is supposed to be so short.But this one was one of the best I've read.

Good one :)
Be back soon :)
divsi said…
first time here...:)
one word for yr post:
B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L:)
BK Chowla said…
As usual,beautifully written.
Roshmi Sinha said…
Nice... with a twist in the tale, too! Great going!!


P.S. Here's also wishing you a very Happy Engineer's Day... !!!
raghvendra said…
very touching ....feel the importance of eyes.. great..
Happybirdie said…
hey!!collect your award from my blog.take care
Babli said…
Absolute fantastic. Very nice and touching poem. Excellent.
Shruti said…
check out ma recent fiction story!!
Singh Amit said…
Thanks a lot to all... :)
I am really feeling gr8 by ur encouraging words..:)
Keep visiting... :)
Cheers!!
R S V said…
happi b'day bro....
Singh Amit said…
@ Roshmi .... And... R S V

Thanks a lot.. :)

Really feeling gr8 :

I did not expect that you would remember it.. :)

Cheers Dear!!
Shas said…
Belated Happy B'day!!
Wishing you the best of everything.
=)
Singh Amit said…
Thanks a ton :)

Cheers Dear!!
mAhEsH KaLaAL said…
Hi amit...

You believe it or not...still i did not find words to appreciate this elegant piece of writing....
Hats off buddy.....
Singh Amit said…
Thanks a ton Mahesh... :)
Really I am overwhelmed by ur comment... :)

Cheers!!
Amit
I wish I could write as well as U write! U were so thoughtful in this particular 55fiction.
Simply loved it!

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