#1 by the blue window

and he stopped by a blue window.. the breeze in hot summer morning was bliss. Tired, sweating after the long walk, he sat down by the window. Five long years has passed and he has returned to the same place again where she walked out that night. As his heavy breathing found normal pace, memories came crawling back.. The breeze kept reminding him it all are only a memory now. ironically this is the same day once they’ve met… ‘memories… too much of memories’ he thought to himself..                                     then as if whispering to her ears.. in such softness he murmured

“happy anniversary love”…


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Reader. Writer. But tea first. Book addict & Art Enthusiast. I prefer reeds than strings. humming than singing.

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