Then she hugged him tight, for the first time...
Then, the rain stopped!!! What was the use of shedding on the hopeless land where your preciously sheltered drops, just kept filling up the fallow, flooding it with everything you could and then ending up in a pandemonium!!!
The air suffocated not because it lacked ventilation but because sometimes you need to breathe from your heart!!!
Something that made love the humorously vulnerable feeling was that, it was born in a heart that beat for another heart and that is where the whole plethora of human life was lost!!! How could a part of yourself, thrive in another embodiment... It was meant to fall and so she fell in love but had the power of standing up again...
The best way of keeping somethings to oneself forever is to loose it... The precarious crutch and the unsubstantiality; making you hold it tighter made a reason for it to wane faster... Things always look beautiful when you have lost them- the underrated value of their presence or their so called presence in life shines out... The first & the last feeling of the warmth was furnaced forever...
Years down the lane, they met again... She knew; holding on needed a reason, reason needed reasons and reasons were reasoned with expectations!!! But letting go was harnessed out of the little sparks, that once made the face red and the stomach empty... But now everything was soothing... The adrenals rested and the peace beheld the mind... The chaos of quest and conquer was over and now the warrior won without a war...
"Why didn't you move on?"- probably pride or puny pursuited him to open up... She smiled and said nothing... Even she was unknown to the fact that held her back... Maybe she was too afraid to feel warm again or maybe feel warm again by somebody else...
-❤️ Uditi Chakraborty❤️
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The Shuffled Anticipation
General FictionThe perspective is all about the prospect of people with piousness within predicament
