If I could express my inner storm through pen then trust me, the world will worship my work
I do not fear the fall
Nor do I admire the rise
I feel pain in your pain.
Don’t stretch me much, I may not break but neither will I retain my original good shape.
“Will you choose ‘travelling the world’ over me?” She enquired in a trembling voice.
“Yes.” He retorted.
Both of them worked for his happiness.
She had to leave.
But the night only meant the dark and the sun only meant the light.
One such night, the realisation hits him “Indeed! Choices have consequences!”
You are just like fourth season.
I am never gonna see you again
Separation happened, still she exists in my prayers, password and blank papers.