Salt and Stardust

'"Pretty, huh?"
All his nerves go tight, his eyes harden, every muscle in his body hurting. He sees the grey eyes, feels the soft hand, hears the smooth voice. Pretty.
A sunflower.'

A collection of short stories I did not plan on writing to taste tears, but somehow ended up there. Don't blame me, the characters do as they please.

'"Ya need to keep going."
That night, Niti sat under the stars, thinking about the Bubblegum girl who'd been a heart attack for her. About how she'd been leaving on her bike, and then she'd finally left.'

I love gays, you loves gays, everyone loves gays. These are roller coaster rides that would require tissues I know because I cried.

'"Dear Yaan,"
But in the end of ends, love did not look like a laughter-filled spring day, it looked like the calming chaos of a raging storm. I t looked like a cup of coffee, bitter and unpleasent, till you did not get addicted. It took your lonely mind, plucked sleep out of your hands, snatched your dreams from under your pillow and yet.
Yet it was the most beautiful once you settled for it.'

Bus stands, sunflowers, pink here, love, death, pain and sorrow.