Now, it’s the opposite. Every day feels like a drill I go through blindly. Quite frankly, it’s unsettling. Now, I wonder how I ever got by. I believe I am falling for them; this casual affair is turning into love, t...
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There’s always this special ingredient about comfortable silence. It isn’t an exact aspect you can place your finger on, and yet, it is the one thing which makes you want to come back for more.
After a while, that guy finally left (yeah!) and she continued to sit there, by herself. She hadn’t seen me yet; thank god for that. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and started penning down something.
He wasn’t her first. Not by a long shot. But there was something odd about this one, she reflected. Not odd like weird, odd as in striking. He never ran out of things to talk about.
I used to sit with her from morning till night, braiding her hair, painting her face, applying the liner to her eyes. Right from the start, she had been a joy to watch- a perfect poise of beauty and grace, as they s...
There, let me begin this tell tale of love and charm with a conviction of my own. When it comes to love, and I mean real, genuine love, we all turn into intellectuals. Suddenly, the back papers left to clear seem in...