Sudhir ran with full speed but it seemed as if he was destined to be late. The car had already left the campus leaving behind a trail of memories that filled his heart with happiness but at the same time snatched away his beloved Smriti.
The book
dropped from his hands as a grief stricken Sudhir broke down in pain for not
ever being able to speak of his innumerable emotions that he hid behind his
subtle smile.
The book lay
there on the floor untouched, ignored like a lost love feeling helpless and
baffled waiting for someone to come for it’s rescue when the canteen boy’s
eyes fell on it and within no time it found itself surrounded by numerous
others on Park lane, famous for old books.
“As in books
so in life, it’s not about the hours but the feelings that binds us…. Your’s
Sudhir” were the lines written on the first page of a Nicholas Spark’s novel with
the date of their graduation, that Smriti discovered on one of her expeditions
for old books in the city and an unexpected celebration filled her heart with warmth
speaking out unspoken emotions that Sudhir wasn’t able to.
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Nice Sushree.
ReplyDeleteI remembered some quotes-
Sharing them here in my own words :)
"put the life in the years, not years in the life"
&
"don't be sad that it's over, be happy that it happened"
Thank you Anita....and thanks for sharing the quotes :):)
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely story Sushree.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :) Welcome to my blog...
ReplyDeleteThe book reached the intended recipient in an unexpected way! Nice story!!
ReplyDeleteThank you :) If something's meant to be yours...it would be yours :)
ReplyDeleteIt reminded of Hindi movie 'Milenge Milenge' , if it was made with such emotions as portrayed in this post this would be a hit, very well written
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