If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.
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 night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.
He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.
Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.
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 d...
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.
Her fragrance blew him off and his body followed steps he had never learnt in his life.
