My Feeble Attempts at Fictions.
Monday, 14 November, 2011

The Woods #Day14


Here I am again. On these same pavements, in these same woods. They haven't changed, even though everything else has. 20 years. 
The same sieved sunlight. The same winds blowing on to face. The same shadows. The same smell.
This is the place where I last met her. Where I last left her with a promise to return here today. Does she remember the promise? Will she turn up? 



It has been two days I have been waiting for her. I feel irritated. I wonder how would have she felt for all these 20 years...


4 Wisecracks (Comment here):

Nimue said...

heart breakers are plenty !

Punkster said...

Khajjal ho gayee hogi woh.

Richa said...

@Nimue, true that.

@Punky, exactly my sentiments. :D

meethimirchi said...

woh jante hai ki hum unke intezaar mein hai.. isliye shayad woh der laga rahe hai....

Promises are often broken with time, and one will always have the heartbreak .