Sieve
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
How difficult it is to love you
And how easy it is to hurt you
When my heart,
All it is, is a sieve
Shot with tiny holes,
Nothing ever stays
Will you?
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
Excitement writ large on two faces Martinis. Classic. Smiling, he murmured How do I make it? Childlike glee turned cherubic disappointmentCharmed, he promised fairy godmother-like Don’t worry, I’ll find out! Wish I had a flowing gown to match that classy conical glass! I’d wish I was on a romantic date…
Solo dates are my most enjoyable dates.
What’s validation between us?
The Other Side Of The Table by Madhumita MukherjeeMy rating: 5 of 5 stars If you’ve ever been a letter-writer, you will love this book. The story is told entirely through letters between two people. Letter-writing isn’t just a lot art, it’s a lost form of conversations. Time is the punctuation…
Today’s short story is about the power of lines – physical and intangible. The prompt was a famous Bollywood dialogue, which also appears in the story.
@rakhi: Thank you, girl..
This one is just beautiful.