Skip to main content

A Living Enigma


It was a silly jape thrown his way that made him real upset, and I apologized again.
Why should I, I thought, that's the real me, aye.
I settled in the room with my head in my hands, a choking throat and misty eyes, as a stark realization hit me. Why...
I didn't love him, I never did, it's not his fault it's just me and so I've to do everything I could to make up, to be his angel.
Putting back that smile shrouding my guilt, I wiped those tears aside.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

You know I Will

I am not afraid to fight for the things I believe in And I believe in You even if you don't believe in me.

The Beauty Of Pain

The moment you stop running away from your pain, Start enduring it, loving it.... That very moment you'll be stronger, The pain makes you beautiful.

The Victim Of Love

The story starts: She was an innocent prisoner, a victim of circumstances, a victim of this cruel, canny world and was serving her sentence in a prison awaiting execution. He was in the same prison, about to be freed and he met her one day. He saw her innocence, he deeply thought of what she termed as a crime. 'No', he said, 'you ought to be free'. He decided to set her free. He fought for her and the doors of the prison were opened for her but she refused to be freed... She denied to come out. But the man was determined to set her free, he did not give up, he had to take her out, he broke all the walls of the prison, he was fatally wounded by the time the last wall was broken. She was sitting at the same place unmoved and she screamed at him, "Whyyyyyyyy? Why stranger.......... why you? Why..... when because of whom I am here, he never cared to bring down the walls.... why you?" For the last time his dying eyes met hers and he said .................. T...