The dial sprung to life and chimed lazily, 2AM. Brooding flimsy stratus clouds flew past the waxing gibbous moon... Unhurried pensive breeze tickled the sleepy trees on its way, As the demure moon played peek-a-boo behind the mischievous leaves. They sat by the side of the road, Loaded trucks heaved, panted and wheezed past nearby; But a cloak of silence engulfed them warmly... “I hate being touched.” - she says tersely. “You have never been...” - he smiles. Cackle of laughter erupts somewhere from afar and fades... A lanky boy with a toothy grin, serves them hot tea... Mystifying fumes of the amber brown drink rise and waft around... The two innocuous sets of eyes had already merged into the Moon…!!!
As she sifted through her bag hastily, a crumpled old handwritten note fell out. Though the ink had blurred at places one could make out the scrawl was shaky. ... ... she looked around the room, closed her eyes and tore the paper into pieces. Before anyone else could notice, she threw the pieces out of the window and felt relaxed. It was raining outside !!! The cold misty breeze wrapped around her like a comforting cloak; still dewy eyed she peered into the quiet lane outside. As the quiet neighborhood got swept by thoughtful strokes of brooding Rain; its primly manicured bushes looked bright green again. Morris, the community tabby cat looked worried and morose. Perched at the opposite house's narrow rickety stairs; it awaited sullenly for the downpour to cease. Apparently it never grew fond of the wetness that was to follow. Scouring through the bins for scrumptious leftovers and jumping atop walls would no longer be a cat's walk today. It was almost noon, her fra...
"And then we would open our lunch boxes and fight our way into it. A bunch of hungry kids, never dined fine, you see." - his eyes sparkled as he continued to reminisce his childhood. Sprawled on the bed lazily, he sifted through his memories and babbled on. She noticed the slight quiver in his excited voice now and then. Eager subtle tremors ran down his fingers which lay cupped in her hands. His smooth skin shone in the incandescent light and his voice floated around the dimly lit room. She looked lovingly at him, as he tossed and belched out memories. "How simple was his life and its string of daily boulders. Tiny obstacles, unsettling moments and euphoric accomplishments; yet so extraordinarily ordinary. He seemed to have lived each moment and enjoyed his ride deeply along with the bumps." As she turned to look for her phone; her reflection caught her eye. She looked into her own eyes, her wounds stared back at her, restless to open up any moment. How dark an...
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