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“That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.”
“Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learnt in his life.”
“The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.”
“I didn't know that there was a thin line between ignorance and arrogance.”
“Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.”
“Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.”
“It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.”
“She turned around to look at me with her enchanting gaze that further pierced my heart; a look I would never forget and I would retain till perpetuity and think of it always whenever she came to my mind. And that is not going to be a few times, if my heart is to have its way.”
“Her receding laughter sounded so comforting, so alluring to my senses that I could hardly control myself from reaching out to her and telling her what I felt there and then!”
“I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.”
“There was only one four-lettered word having precedence over life itself and it was LOVE.”
“It was as if he had known her for a long, long time and before he knew her, he knew nothing because he felt he had not existed then, life had been absent in his breaths.”
“He got up slowly, not bothering to curse himself for forgetting the stop where he had to disembark. He was not used to leaving things behind; he wondered how the bus stop escaped.”
“He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect.”
“The flush on her pale cheeks was like the blush of sunset on snow.”
“He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!”
“He decided that for an ounce of that laughter, he could sacrifice an entire lifetime of happiness.”
“Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.”
“There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.”
“Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they realise what hit them, they would already be down and dead.”
“An obstreperous urge seized him. he desperately wanted to hold on to her, to support his slipping heart, and when it slipped away, he realized she had gone away, incarcerating herself in his thought with her smile and unblemished innocence.”
“Her features were dainty, her small slender wrists climbed up to become the delicate shoulders that beckoned him. Her skin was like peach-tinted cream and he need not have touched her to experience the melting softness of her body. Her perfectly oval face was austere and her manner a little haughty. Her expressions had delicacy as well as a particular strength that did not abate her femininity. It seemed that the world had stopped. Her voice sounded like a melody and she looked like a dream, an illusion, up close and personal.”
“Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew.”
“Love?' he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.”
“He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.”
“In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!”
“No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.”
“Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.”
“Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you’re unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!”
“I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.”
“The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.”
“All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.”
“My trust in you was like the small child’s; who, when thrown in the air, expects to be caught, but you dropped me down, and not a moan escaped my lips.”
“Trust is the base for all relations. If it breaks, then it’s not easy to rejoin. It’s very easy to say ‘I don’t trust you’, but the pain these words cause is immense.”
“I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.”
“If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.”
“That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.”
“His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.”
“How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?”
“What was he? A mere human, stuck between the rungs of blended adolescence and nascent adulthood. What power did he command over the mysterious forces of love? Which sword could shatter the impenetrable armour of desire?”
“Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?”
“Love me, even if it’s a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye.”
“It was strange even after suffering from fate, a person in love would choose the same fate over his life.”
“But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.”
“A lie that could help someone focus on his life was better than a hundred simple truths.”
“Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.”
“But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!”
“But cocks aren’t supposed to lay eggs...” Sahil said, trying to untangle himself. “...they’re supposed to fertilise them.”
“I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!”
“It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn’t matter now. She did!”