He sat holding his head as clock struck two past midnight. He vaguely stared at ‘Chapter 5’ written on otherwise blank page on his laptop screen. Table lamp’s light sparkled off the edge of his specs’ silvery frame. His worn-out eyes told story of the seven straight sleepless nights. Continue reading “Sip of Love”
She firmly held handrail with one hand as she slowly walked down the stairs. He held her other hand. He pointed out a wet patch on the next step for her to avoid slipping. With each step, their hands held each other tighter.
The words they had heard ten minutes back ricocheted in their heads. Continue reading “Love Reboot”
On the sunny winter morning of a Sunday, she did what she loved – gardening. She had seen them turn from little seeds to lush green, leafy and fruity plants. She loved them as if they were her babies.
Beholding her from a corner of the eyes, he pretended reading a newspaper sitting on the garden chair with a cup of steaming tea in hand. Continue reading “A Wisp and The Wind”