Standing along the corridors of high school, A window of higher possibilities was left open for air to surpass, this is where we breathe together for the first time in our lives. A gaze, a long one, so rare to ingest in the wilderness of classes, hurriedness was a main door of St. Xavier’s, but I was calm and collected in the mood of love. There was no silence at all, but I was numb, He toggled to collect himself but in a sudden event we left our hearts there.
Trashed to the total misery of life he waited for her. On the wary mountains beneath the total screwed up place and with all his heart and bottom, he waited. Love makes sense of total nonsense, and it does happen to the people. When I say … Continue reading Sour love | Flash story