Love Shorts #30

Every time we part, I feel like a child whose favourite toy has been taken away from him. One such occasion might be our last meeting.
Even though I look at her longer than I should at times, it can't provide for the void her permanent absence would leave in my life.
Being practical, I tell myself not to think of what will happen eventually and to live this moment which is full of love, hope and possibility.
Life is a perpetual tryst to find true love, and the only way to succeed is giving back love.

Love Shorts #8

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When Earth is too hot to bear the heat, the rains come eventually.
When everything is dying of cold  in winter, the spring comes eventually.
We are like nature which needs no alarm to carry forward a remedial activity. We apologise almost instantly or before the next episode of our conversation.
I sounded like a PR for nature's managerial skills.
She cuts me short by reminding me about earthquakes, cyclones and floods. ''Nature never did betray the heart that loved her, '' she quoted Wordsworth, and then added, ''but neither did it spare the one that messed with her.''
The conversation was over.

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Love Shorts #5

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it was not a very cheerful day,  or if it was, the cheers didn't reach me, sitting at the far end of the social group. She noticed my despair perhaps and let me hold her hand, without a word or for anybody to see. I held it for the soothing comfort at first, then drawing patterns on her palm from  the tip of my index finger..
''What were you doodling?'' she asked me later. ''I felt some were impressions of English alphabet.''
''They were all the compliments I could not say to your face.''
I could sense she regretted not paying attention.

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