It broke my heart to see him like that. Sitting alone in a corner of the room, leaning on his walking stick and sobbing softly. Outside the window it poured cats and dogs. As if the heavens were crying with him. "Baba, it'll be okay -" "What okay?" he snapped, but said nothing further. "Didn't … Continue reading Love, when the Sun Sets
She slowly picked up the pieces and tried to live as Sameer would have wanted her to. He liked to see her smile and be happy. She kept him alive in her heart. She had never imagined life without him. Yet, some days when she returned to an empty house, she did long for company.
That voice, it had to be … “OMG! Shaurya! It’s you?” I squinted to see him better in the semi-darkness. The heavy drizzle was making it more difficult! Why was he standing in the rain? His uniform was dripping wet!
He had slipped the ring on her finger that time. And how handsome he looked – tall and lean. And hadn’t he been so protective, almost bordering on possessiveness?
Someone had turned the writer in me into a poet and had then turned the poet into nothing.