her smile
it has always been so with them, he thought - even with room full of people he could be alone with her. another lovable thing about her was that she never cringed on his touch, no matter how many heads may turn.
but today was different. she was smiling to him. and he could touch her hair. but he was empty inside and he cried and wondered why was she all alone when she died.
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not a 55. jitni mushkil kuch comic likhne mein hoti hai utni hi kuch serious mein hoti hai
Labels: story
10 Comments:
ji.
badhiya likhai.
woowww...beautiful!!
ek disclaimer likha kar when you are writing something sad !!!
I was in no mood to read something like this to start my day !!!
nice!
i have always wanted to wrote one..
austere - :D thanks
trina - :D
om - bhai very sorry hai
pooja - :D thanks, do tell whenever you do
this was really, really good.
:( made me cry :(
but beautiful
hey this was awesome. I love the way you right. I can directly visualise the stuff when u describe it that way
pseudo - :D thanks
rrr - hmm, thanks
spicy - thanks
I guess, I can read it over and over again to derive new meanings everytime. Matured writing I would say.
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