She believed in love. Growing up on a healthy diet of Shah Rukh Khan movies and Hollywood rom-com gave her dreams. They gave her ideas and hope. "Damn you, Bollywood," she complained, trying to get the image of SRK's intense eye expressions out of her mind. Others said times were changing and romance was dead.…Read more Romance is not Dead
It was her love that held her prisoner. It wasn't anybody else's dreams that stopped her. But what if you woke up one day and realised that your dreams were a living nightmare? And what if you found out that you were the creator of your own misery?
Can you see my unshed tears, As they threaten to take over me? Can you touch my many scars, As they burden my heart forever? Can you hear my silent wishes, As they struggle to find a voice?
Do you know how it feels, To have nothing to want? Do you know how it is, To be defeated in love? Do you know how it looks, Inside my broken heart?
Hold her hand, Not so tight. Leave her hand, Not so fast.
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.