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Drop The Curtain...


They looked into each other eyes… after a tight hug… bloodshot eyes… trying harder than ever to control those tears…

For the first time in months, the rush hour of the metro station was mute, when the truth came out of his mouth, when she kept her chin on her hand on the railing if those stairs…

The almost full moon night… witness the conversation of the two friends who were almost to be lovers…

She looked at him, when he looked away, narrating the tale which was unknown to her… which he kept hiding and always avoiding… where his action could be judged, he thought… and this relation would end in draught, he feared…

“Why you never said this?” she asked, then he looked at her… those big pretty eyes turned watery…  her voice was shaky… where he thought how beautiful she looked even when she cried…

When they were close, wrapped in each other’s arm… when he was able to breath her in… and she felt him like the reason to be with him… where their hearts where breathing in rhythmic sync…

The whole world was faded, as if nothing exists beyond her eyes… everything had disappeared nothing was audible except her voice…  

How will the coming days be… how would they face each other… what will the conversation be…

How this conversation took toll… how they were talking about the memories’ that which they have lived together... to the truth behind those memories…

How confused, shocked she was when he reveled all the secret that which he had kept hidden from her… today he was giving her back the gems of what he had in his heart for her.

But nothing really matters to him much now… he never thought of such a day to come… come what may, he is not scared because nothing was untrue was said…

Above everything both had this one question… of how did they meet… and why did they meet…?

Tensed with the words… how reliving truth makes you feel light… but how it forms a cloud and burdens on one who listens… both thinking... and looking in either way where life have brought them on this particular day…

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