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Of unsaid love, unfulfilled promises, of heartbreak and reunion. Take a ride ... you won't be disappointed 😃
Her soft gentle touches' soothed the creases on his forehead; his fluttering heart lulled into tranquility; drifting him to slumber.
He lazily rose up from his bed stretching and yawning. Reluctantly, the youngster threw his feet on the floor and walked up to the bathroom.
He dabbed some water on his face to try and stay awake.
A quick shower later he came back to his bedroom to change and left for an award function where he had been nominated as Travel Photographer of The Year. The guy felt no emotion: no happiness, and no anxiousness. In these years, he'd become a living, breathing mannequin. The boy who was chirpy and happy go lucky had been reduced to nothing but a brooding, reticent figure. He kept minimal to no interaction with his colleagues who actually avoided him in case he had an emotional outburst and they had to bear the brunt. His boss was often impressed with his work but sensed an air of sombreness' in all his captures as though he carried a burden on his chest which he couldn't decipher in mere words.
He walked into a hall filled with professional photographers from all over the globe but he just walked past not bothering to give neither receive pleasantries. The nominations were soon announced and to no surprise; Raman Bhalla took the trophy home. He was called onto the stage and expected to give an acceptance speech but he took the award and walked off, leaving his peers and seniors in bewilderment.
Her soft gentle touches' soothed the creases on his forehead; his fluttering heart lulled into tranquility; drifting him to slumber.
He lazily rose up from his bed stretching and yawning. Reluctantly, the youngster threw his feet on the floor and walked up to the bathroom.
He dabbed some water on his face to try and stay awake.
A quick shower later he came back to his bedroom to change and left for an award function where he had been nominated as Travel Photographer of The Year. The guy felt no emotion: no happiness, and no anxiousness. In these years, he'd become a living, breathing mannequin. The boy who was chirpy and happy go lucky had been reduced to nothing but a brooding, reticent figure. He kept minimal to no interaction with his colleagues who actually avoided him in case he had an emotional outburst and they had to bear the brunt. His boss was often impressed with his work but sensed an air of sombreness' in all his captures as though he carried a burden on his chest which he couldn't decipher in mere words.
He walked into a hall filled with professional photographers from all over the globe but he just walked past not bothering to give neither receive pleasantries. The nominations were soon announced and to no surprise; Raman Bhalla took the trophy home. He was called onto the stage and expected to give an acceptance speech but he took the award and walked off, leaving his peers and seniors in bewilderment.
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