I thought about writing aboutPrithvi in his point of view.
You all tell me if I am successful in this.😊
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"Why?"
He had asked this question so many times and every time he had reached a
dead-end. Answers he had to every questions yet today he was clueless and
in utter confusion. He was a man of action. But this girl had totally caught him
offguard. He had to think before he reached a suitabe conclusion.
On a moonlit gravel road, he walked slowly. The memory was fresh in his
mind.He thought, that maybe, he could interpret his thoughts and find some
solace.
He was an incorrigible liar.He made himself to pretend that he was not alone.
But in the dark corner of his mind the truth prevailed and it rankled him.
Rugged and rustic Prithvi could be so fragile at heart.
He remembered it clearly. She stood there, he could see her in the mirror. Her
teary eyes said it all. She was confused and she had nothing to say. Unnder
intense turmoil and anger he did it. The broke into million pieces.
He clenched his fist.
His bilious wound opened and fresh blood trickled down.
He couldn't comprehend his own feelings. Her scream was clearly ringing in
his ears.
That girl, he thought, is an enigma.
He was tired of running now. Life was making him go through so much.
In the end, he felt defeated,again.
"Why she called out my name?"
His question still remained unanswered...