Late night 🌃 , cold air 🍃 blowing from the window inside the room + coffee 🍵 + blanket + song's 🎶 + Chat with that special person 💑 = Perfect night ❤ :')

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Raat ki Chandni bhi andhere ki tarah lgegi tumhare bina...

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We need good conversation instead of daily conversation.

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I love deep talks. A conversation where there are no secrets, but only truths. Sharing your experiences with someone else and knowing that they're actually listening to you. A conversation where you can just vent out about anything without hesitating. I love talking to people who can keep a conversation going instead of making it so awkward all the time...🙌

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Those late night
conversations that
were happening
in reality are
now taking place
in my imagination

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You are the Reason why ' My parents '
Ask Me who I'm Texting because
I'm Smiling soo Much.. 😍

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The only book I have ever authored was


Our late night chats.

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The sign of his Anger is
The "Good Night" text
which Never Ended
Our Conversation before....

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11.30 pm - They said goodnight to each other.....
4.30 am - They said it again....

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"Do you share your secrets with me because we talk when it's midnight in your country and you are vulnerable or because you really want to share your secrets only with me?" Cyrus asked, curiosity beaming in her eyes. I didn't laugh it away like I do with most of her questions. That really made me think. Why are some people called your people? Do you really choose them or they are all pretty accidents that you don't get over with? These attachments make me curious sometimes.
She was right, I did share some of the things with her because it's her I talk to at that hour, and not because I wanted only her to know. But, there were times I waited for her because I it was only her who could know, my secrets did, for months when we fought once and didn't talk for months. Her smiles waited for me to visit to come adorn her face again.
I smiled, thinking how silly she got when we talked for the first time again.

"Mostly because I only wanted you to know. Partly, they were accidents." I finally said.

"How do you have so many best friends then?"

"Because my grey has fifty shades."

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