Musings Over Coffee
Gently blowing the steam rising from the coffee I was drinking, I thought of the seemingly ordinary yet somewhat different commute I had that day. I was standing inside the train and just in time before the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of wide-eyed wonder on an unfamiliar yet hard-not-to-notice face. I don't know what that means but I couldn't stop from thinking about that girl all morning. Who is she and why was she looking at me like that?
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UnMeeting
General FictionThe story that unbroke their hearts but left them in pieces. ................................................... Their story started and ended on one single date. There was a year of bliss. They knew each other but didn't. They met and u...
