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"Most of the times what leads us towards a discomforting end of a relationship is the urge to make the other person a replica of ours."--Anu.

The girl was walking away. She then stopped and turned and said: “Every sorrow will vanish like anything.” Those were her last words (probably of consolation). The young man couldn’t help himself adding: “if you are with me.”

The girl looked at him with sad eyes, or that is what he felt. Sadness seemed to be his lot more than the girl’s. She had said she did not love him. He did not ask her the reasons; what ever the reasons were they had the right to be there. Let the reasons be there, he thought.

The young man wanted only one thing: he did not want to cry. Or even if tears overflowed, he would not want any one else to notice it. And then it rained. And so no one saw the tears in the eyes of the young man.

Comments

rohini said…
a superb emotional story...see even the nature was with him..dint want the girl to notice the sensitive part of him...
ANULAL said…
Hi Rohiniji, when we are in love, the whole Universe tries to serve us joy upon our sorrows.
Lots of Love
Terri said…
Thank Goodness for the rain...
The story just drew me in...well done!

Did he whisper " if you are with me" so she couldn't hear it or did he say it loud enough for her to hear... as she was walking away when she turned to say these words of consolation? I'm just a curious mind. :)
ANULAL said…
what do you think, did she hear? Would she stop even if she heard it?

Naaa...

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