Her Photo

A photo layed on the floor…

He picked it up and looked at her photo…. a black and white one, where she stood clad in a sari beautifying herself with an earing…

Looking at the vista outside he placed the photo on the table…

“The beauty stagnant on her face exceeds even that of the moon…. ” he said to himself….

And quietly FATE smiled thinking about the lass in the photo who was destined to become his wife….

A sweet secret#2

I ran through the fields and reached the dilapidated station….

It was empty….

The last train had departed, leaving behind some black smog in the morning breeze…..

I couldn’t wait…. the trees were calling me….

As I walked on the tracks, nature whispered in my ears, about a deep sweet secret that prevailed in the trembling air……