Hold her hand, Not so tight. Leave her hand, Not so fast.
Things got more complicated in the ninth standard, when our hormones started acting up. Suddenly, holding hands just wasn’t enough. A school in India wouldn’t allow much room for experimentation. Teachers kept an eye on who sat next to each other and were aware of the current couples and serious crushes. Most of us did…Read more An excerpt from Just me, the Sink & the Pot
Falling leaves around us, Darkening sky above. Calm before the storm, Raging thoughts inside.
Do you wish I was with you? My heart thinks you do. Do you miss our memories? My heart knows you do.
"Hold me," she asked without a syllable. He heard her. His strong arms surrounded her thoughts, making the terrible ones disappear. She said a silent thank you. His arms responded. They didn't need words.
Wasted years turned into sudden regret. She could blame nobody but herself. Choices are personal yet circumstances are created by more than one. She yearned for the lost years. Precious days and months and years spent in a loveless cloud. She had fooled herself believing that she wanted just that. "Is it too late?" The voice…Read more Too late for love?