Saturday, October 09, 2010

Her

Take care, love. 


Miss you much.


Thinking about you.


Love always.


Want to be yours now and forever.


Wish you were with me.


Dreaming about you.


Love you.


That was it. It was beginning to suffocate him. Small notes in the lunch box, under the pillow, in his shirt or trouser pockets, daily dose of SMSs, missed calls, one-line emails.

Does she have to say it so much?



His hands shivered as he lit her pyre. And then he missed how much she missed him.

8 comments:

  1. Sadly we realize the worth of things/people only when it is gone.
    Well-written :)

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  2. Yes, true Shas :) And thanks.

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  3. See... this is what I was saying.. whats with the sad stories....?
    BTW: Nice one!

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  4. Ah... can't say. Maybe I have a propensity for sad endings ;)
    Thanks Sam!

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  5. wow. nicely worded. the last sentence was just classy.

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  6. Thanks for noticing the punch, Harish :)

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