As they jerked through the vehicle crammed,neon drenched festive street, he put his arm around her and asked tenderly,"Hey,we'll be like this always, won't we? I mean, the love will be the same, right?" She turned away from the window to her left, now stagnant on a white and red saree clad woman offering her greetings with a golden grin,to look at him, and replied with mild amusement, "Of course we will."
A year later, on the very same day, he whiled away his evening drawing circles of smoke, and making love to her memories in between chaos and conversation.
She lay in her bed, clad in her festive best, weaving memories into words.
A year later, on the very same day, he whiled away his evening drawing circles of smoke, and making love to her memories in between chaos and conversation.
She lay in her bed, clad in her festive best, weaving memories into words.
