July 19, 2007


He looked at the sky. It was dark and yet he smiled. The rains would come soon and her classes would get over. They could go around to the little shop under the tree and he would see her sip the hot tea feeling its warmth on her palms.

He looked at the sky. It was dark but he could no longer smile. Hundreds of miles away, she sat near the window and stretched her arms. She would never know that it was his tears that fell as raindrops on her palms.

Sometimes emotions, even when surreal, are not really nice.


Debarati said...

But its a triumph of the emotion nevertheless..thats whats important.

sap said...


Anonymous said...

Ah! what do I see? you haven't changed, ol' daddy!


Madhurjya (Banjo) said...

@Dibba - I disagree a emotion that wins giving us all a painful memory is not worth it. But nice idea for a new post. Thanks :-)

@ SAP - explain thy :P

@Tania - So is that acceptable or not? :-)