He is the pillar in her life , the one she would embrace , the one with whom she can stand and by whose side she is not alone .
He is truly a pillar who doesn't speak much but stands still awkwardly , listening to me with a poker face.
Looking at him she feel like banging her head on sometimes .
Truly , he was a pillar in her life .
She left him without confessing and he stood there , watching me go away . And She wanted to hit him hard .
But like the name " Stambh " he is the pillar .
A poker face and a body too hard to hit .
She left and after years that she see him again .
He is still there , unfazed , still and so much mine , my pillar , wordlessly she say .
She hug him and wished for him to grow arms to hug me back .
She left him with a heavy heart and returned with a bruised soul .
He knew or wished he knew me better .
She cried so hard in his arms .
And at that moment she felt warm .
She pulled back and he uttered the world's she have been wanting to hear
"Welcome home "
He said .
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