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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Monday, April 30, 2007

the girl from yesterday

"The Girl From Yesterday"

It wasn't really sad the way they said good-bye
Or maybe it just hurt so bad she couldn't cry
He packed his things, walked out the door and drove away
And she became the girl from yesterday

He took a plane across the sea
To some foreign land
She stayed at home and tried so hard to understand
How someone who had been so close could be so far away
And she became the girl from yesterday

She doesn't know what's right
She doesn't know what's wrong
She only knows the pain that comes from waiting for so long
And she doesn't count the teardrops
That she's cried while he's away
Because she knows deep in her heart
That he'll be back someday

The light's on in the window; she's waiting by the phone
Talking to a memory that's never coming home
She dreams of his returning and the things that he might say
But she'll always be the girl from yesterday
Yeh, she'll always be the girl from yesterday

back in early february, in chennai, lying on the bed, 'the girl from yesterday' was listening to this particular song from the "hell freezes over " album of the eagles... trying extremely hard to believe that she was definitely not the girl from yesterday... trying hard not to think of the days gone by....wishing and hoping against hopes that the person sleeping next to her is definitely not the one who could even think of his life without her. one who would always be with her... never knew why he wud be though...never asked that question...coz never needed to.. never thought would come down to questioning it. questioning the love for him.
the pain is very real. but the pretence lives on....'the girl from yesterday' lives on on the inside just as it is. just as eagles wrote it. as if living the life this girl from yesterday....the pretence lives on. the pain and the smiles stay together

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