The next day and the days after that she began to wait for him. He would come in the afternoon and drink till late evening. Neharika felt her numbness fading away, she would feel alive every moment the man was there.
As he approached the door, he again glanced at her. His last look would be to his heart content. But what was he seeing? His heart skipped a beat. She was waving at him.
Story of the Month Aug’2015: I had never seen something so beautiful in my life. She, the white piece of paper,the street vendor, seemed like words of a poem, that had, effortlessly rhymed into one another.