In all fairness, I can never decipher the inquisition of those who look up to writers regarding romantic entanglements. Isn’t the obviousness afflictive? Or clearly confusing? That my tomb will be hearsed with the commonwealth and the tales of my unrequited love, shall be concealed in undeciphered libraries. And that I would not be the only one hating love? “Very well then.” He abjures at … Continue reading Tales of Lost Love !
“Whenever you are with me, you go completely off.” He said. “I am heavy hearted these days, please don’t take it otherwise.” She said. She had a subtle prophecy that she had become habitual of him, unconditionally. Those daily conversations were shaping a significant, yet insignificant contribution in her life. She wanted to cut down on the overdue importance, rendered to an acquaintance, who was increasingly … Continue reading The Addiction Prophecy
“There is nobody I can speak my mind out to.” She said. “I am listening.” He said. She was amorphous. He was nervous. His inquisitions fetched no answers from her well, for she was not in the right frame of mind, to paraphrase what she was going through. She insisted on not having a single word for this conversation, for he would be hurt by the … Continue reading The Incomplete Conversation
“I still remember our first conversation.” She said. “I wish we never ever have a last one.” He said. They read eyes. The comprehended actions. They existed in each other. With the dawn of their long voyage, through thick and thin, time found them embracing each other in promenading hours. And now that the dusk had fallen, mentoring their benevolent love into the carriage to eternity, the … Continue reading The Silent Conversation
“I will fall for you.” He said. “I will hold you before you fall.” She said. They practiced routine. They curtained evidences. They invisibly stood. She saw the other, unhealthy side of him, persuading her to quit. But, she stayed. While he ignored the obscure promise, her eyes longed for the fulfillment of just one wish, his prosperity. And this devotion, made her the infamous … Continue reading The Obscure Promise
”Is your packing done?” He asked. “Where am I supposed to go?” She asked. “For the trip, for those who need you to be there.” He emphasised. The exchanged expectations. They scrunitised silence. For she very well knew, the phone call was paid by a purpose, not hidden from her. And that she was being persuaded for the company of his girl. Yet, she packed … Continue reading The Phone Call
“You misinterpret whatever I say.” He said. “You leave me confused every time.” She said. Their conversations ceased. Their sharing halted. Their devotion martyred. It was their love committing suicide, without a death note. But, for all they cherished, they could spare their silence, to the tune of one last dance at the farewell. And this paradigm had made all the difference. Picture credit: Saurabh Rai Continue reading The Last Dance