It seemed as if his life depended on it. Like a mad man, he rushed inside his home. Just in time to see his brother walk into their only toilet.
He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
He knew she was not ready for him. But when he saw a madman eye her funnily, He immediately stood behind her. Like always.
"It's Corona time. How can one possibly have the festive spirit?" Daddy said. "It's Christmas' Advent time. We are still alive together. That's enough to have the festive spirit. Cheers!" said Mommy.
"So long, huh?" said he smiling. "Not at all! I just saw you yesterday," said she. His smile turned to a huge grin when she concluded, "In my dream."
Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
She dreamt of someone walking towards her. But one day, someone always alongside walked away. As her heart crashed, she knew love.
"Am I fat?" she asked. "No baby, you are just fluffy," he replied. "Come on, am I fat?" she asked again showing him her side profile. "Sweetie, you are my lovable big hugger," he replied. "But am I fat?" she asked a third time. "Honey, you make my world go round," he replied. She smiled, [...]
What if our story Was predestined, Was written in the stars? What if its end Was already decided, Was sketched out in detail? What if our love Was doomed from the start, Was futile to fight for? What if our separating Was not accidental but Was well-planned? What if this is it? Was it all [...]