It was a November evening…silence was listening to the quiet sound of stagnance when the air started whistling, moon was somnolent and stars lethargic…he heard something…its that feeling, she is out there playing with her frenz. He was dying to go out…to see her, suddenly there was a power cut and the story began. He quickly searched for his slippers in the candle light and opened the door…darkness was never so scintillating. He wanted to make his feelings discernible yet nonchalant so he peeped through the side eye…sitting on the gate pillar. Very soon she discovered the incoming…it was true and she could not resist herself falling for it…because she was also diseased. He could feel her…he could breathe her…eyes engaged…heartbeat harmonized…and…she smiled…the boy was blessed with love…maiden…pure. They were walking…their souls flying, their steps were slow but their thoughts…racing…through time to the end of their days…dreaming each moment to be lived in each other’s eyes.
Life onwards was paradise…each glimpse a moment of celebration…smallest conversation was the sound of music…her love was his life. At such tender age with such intense feelings it was always going to be disastrous. One day she was gone…without saying a word…his pulse ceased…strength shattered…innocence bruised…and the hero inside…died. But somehow he survived the cataclysm and emerged out with injured emotions. Sorrow had nurtured him more humane but his soul was lonely...
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