First sight,First love...A Story by Randhir kaurTrue love never dies it only gets stronger by time...
Siting in a cab he met her,she gave a squint
look,his eyes were fixed for a while... There cums a road with a cleave and both strutted... He daub her image,while his cheeks bedew with tears... Providentially he met her again in a grocery shop,she gave a squint look,refuse to give a 2nd glance... There cums her comrades n both strolled away... He daub her image,while his cheeks bedew with tears... They happen to meet accidentially most of d times on d same way..(Months later)... ... She was'nt a spinster anymre,but a spouse.. Destine to a grim fate,was woebegone n vexed,hitched up,with d sudden realization that there was'nt love n realiance.. Feeling forlorn,went out walking on d street,not knowing where... Just den a house prepossessed her heart,she peeped inside,was a beautifull garden,she entered slowly n stood still with d beauty... With d harsh wind,the door of d house slammed... Took her steps inside slowly,there was none... But bolt frm d blue,she went near,peered it vry closely n was left boogle... It was dos images hanging on d wall which he painted sme months ere... He heard d footsteps n was startled to see his love... She turned n smirked at him n said,'There's no difference in all these pictures bcz I can see a teardrop in ur every single piece of art,many may regard these pictures to b very rough,but I say it a Masterpiece'.. She came forward,holded his hand n spoke,'Your tear means d anguish of ur silence.If u cant speak I am ready to b ur words..I LØVE YØU' © 2015 Randhir kaurAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 15, 2015 Last Updated on December 15, 2015 AuthorRandhir kaurJorhat, Assam, IndiaAboutI master my life as I master my uniqueness. You'll find meaning in life only if u create it..it is a poetry to be composed,it is a song to be sung,it is a dance to be danced... I am a student stud.. more..Writing
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