Will tomorrow come?!
This morning she was extremely happy as she had made perfect stuffed pita pockets after several attempts.I was happy to see her dancing with joy.
Late in the afternoon she had sent me a text message which read "I will be home by 2:30pm".I knew that she wanted even me to be home by then.I reached home by 3:00pm.She had a bigger smile than always.I gave away my bag to her and settled in a chair under the fan.She sat before me and grinned.
She placed Hot samosas and Hot Tea on the table.I said her that even she had a surprise and gave her honey cake.We laughed making fun of each other.The silently changing color through the window reminded us of the time.
That night she said to me that she wanted to get drunk.I said her that the hang over may not allow her to concentrate on her office work.She jumped out of the chair , hopping she said that she had a leave the next day!
We both drank Cold Whisky followed by Pizza. I had also ordered Chocolava. The moment she cut the little cake the lava started oozing out,she said me this is how my love rushes towards you.She had a weird smile on her face. She said "Don't you think I'm hogging food asthough tomorrow doesn't exit!"I said "No".She asked "Will tomorrow come for me?".I said " the just like the next moment it comes".She smiled back.
The next day morning when the morning bell rang she was still sleeping on my arms with a smile.I slowly moved her head down as I didn't wanted to wake her up.I made some breakfast and got into the cab by 6:30 in the morning.It was a very busy day ,I had forgotten that she had a leave.In the evening the door bell was not answered.When I pushed it swung opened,no tea cups on the couch,no books on the table, Taylor didn't sing any song.I went to the room she still had a smile but lifeless !
She had lived her life to the fullest.The pink curtains that she loved,threw pink light on her face.She looked more prettier than ever. This is the last chapter of his diary.
Every year on the founders day of Lava Foundations for visual arts and humanities the students enact this scene as a token of love towards it's founders.
The students living her dreams made her immortal.He who wanted to see her dreams come alive stayed anonymous.
True love is beyond name,fame,power,desires and he nailed it.
Late in the afternoon she had sent me a text message which read "I will be home by 2:30pm".I knew that she wanted even me to be home by then.I reached home by 3:00pm.She had a bigger smile than always.I gave away my bag to her and settled in a chair under the fan.She sat before me and grinned.
She placed Hot samosas and Hot Tea on the table.I said her that even she had a surprise and gave her honey cake.We laughed making fun of each other.The silently changing color through the window reminded us of the time.
That night she said to me that she wanted to get drunk.I said her that the hang over may not allow her to concentrate on her office work.She jumped out of the chair , hopping she said that she had a leave the next day!
We both drank Cold Whisky followed by Pizza. I had also ordered Chocolava. The moment she cut the little cake the lava started oozing out,she said me this is how my love rushes towards you.She had a weird smile on her face. She said "Don't you think I'm hogging food asthough tomorrow doesn't exit!"I said "No".She asked "Will tomorrow come for me?".I said " the just like the next moment it comes".She smiled back.
The next day morning when the morning bell rang she was still sleeping on my arms with a smile.I slowly moved her head down as I didn't wanted to wake her up.I made some breakfast and got into the cab by 6:30 in the morning.It was a very busy day ,I had forgotten that she had a leave.In the evening the door bell was not answered.When I pushed it swung opened,no tea cups on the couch,no books on the table, Taylor didn't sing any song.I went to the room she still had a smile but lifeless !
She had lived her life to the fullest.The pink curtains that she loved,threw pink light on her face.She looked more prettier than ever. This is the last chapter of his diary.
Every year on the founders day of Lava Foundations for visual arts and humanities the students enact this scene as a token of love towards it's founders.
The students living her dreams made her immortal.He who wanted to see her dreams come alive stayed anonymous.
True love is beyond name,fame,power,desires and he nailed it.
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