.. he callously waited for her.. he was nervous. he bit his upper lip, stared at his right palm and sipped at the coffee mug that went cold..probably analysing the wrinkles on his hand that made time stand apart.. for him life just stood there from the moment they parted.. he never looked into the mirror .. never counted his graying hairs.. his graying bosom where she rubbed her nose..in this old coffee shop where they once chatted endlessly making time wait hour after hour .. he waited now in intense desire from the moment of her call... its been sixteen years and he waited endlessly since then that she might call.. but, why dint he?.. ...
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