He wiped the last tear off those bleary eyes.
A light drizzle had started to fall on the sea of grass around him; he could feel the moisture on his bare feet. Soon it would be time. He rested on the wooden bench and in that moment of a sad exasperation, looked up at the skies.
Why life has to be so unfair? Why love has to be so cruel?
The damp air was filled with the smell of the freshly mown grass and a sweet scent of lavender. The purple patch marked the pavement which led from the fountain, a favourite spot for little children , to the far end of the park which overlooked the beautiful river. Read More
A Second Chance
23rd Feb 2012, 20:30 hrs.
Rooftop of Palm Exotica, Goa, overlooking the potent tides of the Arabian Sea and the vast sandy beach lined with an array of majestic Palm trees.
A full moon showering its silver gleam on the roaring crests and accentuating the troughs..A moon lit rendezvous with the one her heart beat for.
The solitary glasstop with two ornate chairs and a vase in the centre with a dash of purple orchids. A bottle of champagne cooled in its bucket waiting to be uncorked and poured into the crystal flutes. Just the way he loves it.
A king-size mattress with a velvety white satin sheet lay at the far end of the terrace close to the edge. A place to stare into the stars as the tides whisper in your ears .. “come lose yourself in my arms..”