Hey Guys!
So no maar-dhaar and action (there wasn't too much in Love from Across though)
But this is a romantic one.
What happens when you wait and wait for someone,
Looking over the path he had gone away; expecting faintly for him to come back...
What happens when you look back over your shoulder before stepping the threshold to another life, in a non-existent hope for that 'someone' to come back...
And what happens then, when you find out he indeed had come back but now you are at the other end!
Such was her plight, her hope, her despair.
How hope and despair were two sides of the same coin!
And the coin flipped one night, to change the course of the journey of her life.
Forever and ever, the moment he came back. Back to her.
Back to you
This distance...
It is but of your taking,
This love...
It was meant to be yours
And it is still yours!
In spite of the emptiness spanning us,
It still lingers on...
In spite of the time passed,
That clime is looked upon!
Come and hold me now
Or go away forever...
If it would not be now
Then it will be never!
Another one in a week!
Geet skeptically looked at the Economic Times lazing atop her desk on a gloomy Wednesday morning. Clouds shielded the morning sun as rains had suddenly picked up, thundering and roaring their way to the parched lands below. Any other day and Geet would have whipped her head to her floor-to-ceiling glass window and admired the beauty that was Rain; Beheld the grey sky merge with the blueness of sea in far horizon as rains connected the two ever so lovingly. Any other day and she would have stuck her forehead to the cold glass window and taken in the vista for hours together, shunning all her day's work; much to her boss's annoyance; Just any other day.
But not today.
Turning her gaze back to the newspaper, her thoughts drifted past.
Seeing the man on front page stare back at her with a pair of brown intimidating eyes precipitated thoughts that were condensed somewhere deep in her mind. His handsome face hid most of his thoughts from the world but not her. Every fiber of his face spoke volumes, only if someone could read. Every pore of his body had a story to tell, if someone could listen. And she was that someone.
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Another story for you'll as I had promised.
This would be longer and its more conventional unlike my first work.
For now I would call it an SS but would duely change it into an FF (Most probably).
Hope to welcome all your Likes, Comments and Criticism...Do leave them by, its the most precious reward a writer can expect!
Frosted Starlit.
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
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