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A quick quick tale 16

She married one, loved another.
He became her husband, the other her password.


Pavithra said…
Oh, lovely. Password, indeed.

Heartbreaking, that.
Chenthil said…
Wow, wow. It is almost an Haikku
Kay said…
Stunner !!!!
perspective said…
:) that's really short and insightful...
is that your story??? (curious) you never answer my queries... :(

But i can see this happen to me... :)
RS said…
Have you thought about publishing insightful, delightful, thought-provoking observations like these? I would be among the first to buy the book.
Uma said…
Wow Ammani how do you do it each time. Amazing. Thank you
Subha said…
Total stunner! Spell-bound by your eloquence.
Me said…
wow !!

jus wondering what triggers these quick tale series??
Ram.C said…
good one...

but what about the practicallity of changing the passwords frequently, due to security reasons????
kaaju katli said…
in the true spirit
of a kk!
Sundaresan said…
la kala kala kala kala kala.....
Anonymous said…
A life rolled within 13 words and 4 punctuations. Excellent.
Kika Gops said…
It might be 'He' instead of 'She'. Because only Men tend to remember old Girlfriends ;P
AF said…

Shyam said…
A whole life bundled up in less than 15 words - wow. Cant help wishing that your stories were longer, though, or that there were hundreds of them - if only because I finish them in a second! :( Keep writing, Ammani!
Guevara said…
Could give Manirathnam a run for his money or debt. Thought he was the only guy who can come up with some silly one-liners, Ammani you too can think so low
Ansh said…
OMG awesome!!!
only you can do it so well ammani!!!!
Harish said…
Strangely enough, I didn't get it till I read the comments! :)
uma said…
Hmmm nice.
uma said…

kaaju katli said…
french le ennama sonne?
kaaju katli said…
mercy bucket :-)
ganpat said…
Apdi Podu! Ithu varaikkum enakku thonaama pochey.
Nyaabagam varuthey,,,,
boopa said…
other one is ur kid ??

she married one - ur hubby
but she loved another - ur kid
he bcame her husband - hubby
the other her password - the kid

am i correct ,ammani?
did anyone guessed this ?
Anonymous said…
A lifetime in 2 lines.

I have watched all your writings in silence..smiling..knowing you..

This one is the cherry on the top.
Vidya said…
Your shortest tale so far.. and quickest :) Its really good...

Would wish nobody would be in this situation though..

Ramesh said…
this is the first time i am visiting ur blog, man i am very much impressed with this.
infected said…
Amazing ....

All hail ....
vandhiya thevan said…
It's funny, stunning,wow......... Ok. I can understand. I found something about myself through this. I never loved anyone.(love me or hate me. This is the truth.)
BigSovietCrocodile said…
Badri said…
Your blogs are sureshot blockbusters
tilotamma said…
Execllent. Therein lies the story.......
Arun said…
i can't believe too stunned now..this is amazing talent!!
A. Noname Moose said…
And then there are those that only have the password. :(
labdab said…
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Priyamvada_K said…
Crisp and nice...and so heartbreaking.

Archana said…
That was simply brilliant !
Anonymous said…
hey, i have read this one in tamil with he in place of she in some magazine.
Sasiprabha said…
Dropping u for the first time. Superb
rt r said…
I have seen the same as a kavidhai on Anandha Vikatan..
Someone has shamelessly lifted your poem without your permission, i guess..

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