Quickly, wrap it up. She said as she heard footsteps.
What are you hiding? Asked the ripened voice.
Nothing. She shrugged off his hand.
Let me see what is it.
Grow up. He said.
She laughed with a grin so big.
Grow up, me? Are you kidding.
Who’s the baby here.
Me or the one who still fears a rat in a bottle.
Age can just be a number you know…..
A curse sat upon them.
They fell in love.
She went inside my veins.
Her clamour made me an animal.
Sharp, strong and fierce.
Piece by piece we tore each other down.
We woke up the next day,
How was I?
Just the way I like.
She said picking up our pieces…..
She dropped like the ice,
Smothered my conscience,
Wrecked my peace,
Lay waste to my mind,
Is there anything else I can do for you?
The girl had asked.
Can I get some more ice…….
They say use me. Dustbin were supposed to be not living….
Mostly I think about you. But sometimes yeah I do think about how would be life when there was no me, no you, just a little of you, a little of me and a whole of us.
Forever there was a paucity of something. I saw you and I was Complete………