Tuesday, 1 April 2014
She sat exactly 3 rows apart , when he first saw her at the inter house competition .
Dancing to the tunes of the latest number she swept off the stage with her grace , inscribing her name not only in the winner’s list but also in his heart .
His every effort of wooing her were in vain making her more stubborn with each passing day , giving in to the changing circumstances they flowed along like gravels in the course of life’s race.
Seeing her sitting alone opposite his table at a coffee shop , his belittled hope rekindled again .
The day of letter " A "
Promise...asked me one day Why do you promise ? When you can't Turning me into an unholy chant I am like the sunshine and the dust ...