Short stories depicting the nature of loss of love, regret and remembrance.

A thread of poems and short stories reflecting the themes of tragedy, pain and suicide.

"You are mine," he said as his rough fingers met with my lower lips and he was stroking it with his fingers. "Even if you like him or you like the way he talked with you, you are mine. Understood?" he asked and I flinched hearing his tone. "Tell me do you like him?" he asked once again but I didn't answer him. I was afraid by this side of him. I was leaving but he held my wrist and pushed me against the wall. "You are mine Mrs. Naina Singhania," he said and even though I tried to control my tears but it rolled down my cheek. "I hate you," I said and he tried to wipe my tears with his fingers but I pushed his hand. "Naina...I...I" "I hate you," I shouted once again before he could say anything. ************************************ Follow the journey of Mr. And Mrs. Singhania to see how they fight to get the happy ending with the person their heart craved for. ************************************

A set of short collection of poems about my interpretation on the tragedy of Vincent Van Gogh.