Second Chance 

“Good morning  , Sir ”
I looked at her face.

Her flaunting eyes, wicked smile ,a beautiful black dress , a purse of Gucci and a solitaire ….these were few things I remember about her  when I  saw her today in my office. She was sitting with others to give interview for the post of  receptionist.

No more diamonds or Gucci but her  charm had undergone no change.

When and how the life can take a turn, no one knows. I parlayed my writing skills to reach higher in life  for which she once denied .

I  moved towards my office  thinking about this second chance.

Loneliness

I was looking for him but he was nowhere .Suddenly I reached at  his Hideout“. 

Few colours fallen on the ground, few brushes lying here and there. I have never seen him doing painting. When a person is so  expressing with words then what does it stand for?? This question was striking my mind again and again.

I was about to fall as I felt something hard on my foot.Damn…it was a beautiful painting of a boy who was of his age walking with  a graceful lady in mid -age and a man looking  tough standing far away.

It took me a minute to understand what does loneliness means which can’t be expressed verbally  in this world.