“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.
Jaunty music jiggles my heart
Imbibes a passionate feel
Gets me into strange magic
Gorgeous! She enters….
Love has to happen
Endless, everflowing,sacred love….!!!!
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.