She lived in a small cottage on a hill.
He was a neighbourhood lad.
She came to the window every evening to water flowers.
He used to wait for her.
One fine evening they exchanged smiles.
It felt good... became a routine.
he liked her... she knew it...
He loved her promising eyes...
Once he called out... But she ignored him... He couldn't understand why...
His voice fell on deaf ears..
Tears trickled down... he waited... called out again...
He wanted to move on... But waited... he believed...
He knew she liked him too...
But the lady who made the flowers blossom, now seemed stone-hearted.
He never knew and would never know why it had to end...
But one thing is obvious...
On the bridge between friendship and love... one needs to take a step... if not forward, the choice made becomes obvious...
Expression marks the foundation of any relationship...
Dhruv bhai! killer post, very truly said. The first step has to be made! -Varun
ReplyDelete:) thanks varun bhai! And because of u now i made comments open to all! i didnt knw earlier :P
ReplyDeleteawesome dhruv!! :)
ReplyDeletei wonder if itz ur love story ! :P