But I promise,
that one day, you will find me at the end of the road, both of us returning home after having a long, tired day.
We won't say much to each other.
Because we would know how the beauty of silence can speak a lot of things, which the words aren't capable of expressing.
It would just be another twilight phase, with yellow patches covering most parts of the purple sky, and birds flying back to their residences, just like us.
It would be just us.
You and me.
You.
Me.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
