The mirror reflected her beautiful eyes, spilling over with equal parts of love and pain. And then, he came up behind her, laying a white dupatta gently over her head, both charming grin and messy hair in place. Realization dawned - he was gone and so was her ability to love so deep, so pure.
P.S: Not my genre of writing, not by a far shot.
6 comments:
I had to read it twice to make sure I read right!
Wow!!
Ditto. I read it thrice to get it right. Wow again.
beautiful yet tragic
A tragic story written beautifully. Shortness of it made it even more reaching.
I read it more than once because its simply an awesome post :-)
Perfect expressions potrayed :-)
beeeeeeutiful!
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