The Broken Heart
Breathing heavily, I found myself standing in the middle of a pool of PCs, and drawing attention. I recollected myself. I had to go to Manesar and now. I decided to let my roommate know and leave....."Oh Ffff.." My phone was gone too.
" Aaj kis ki shakal dekh ke jaaga thaa yaar..."
I had to leave anyhow. I searched my wallet. Two hundred and thirty Rupees and a center fresh wrapper, to be precise. How the hell did the wrapper get in here...
I left for Manesar in a Haryana Roadways bus. My head was pounding, the same way it does , everytime I'm tense, I'm worried. I was half dead, worried for her, at the same time bewildered about her presence at a place, she had no business in.
The bus was surprisingly vacant. It felt as if the whole universe wanted everyone to give me some time alone..... I was staring out of the window as the night was mounting its mystic shades on the infinite skies. It did not take long for me to fall asleep.
Her memories were running in circles in my head. I could still remember, the first time I saw her. That time was the worst of my times, when she came in my life, to change everything....
To be continued....
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captivating...!!!
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