She had a big deep scar on her forehead which was enough to spook me up. Her expressionless face and innocent eyes were hiding some deep dark secrets.
Then this evening, he must have sent someone to attack Rekha. It was a warning to me. As I sat in the waiting room, I knew what I had to do.
With the experience of the breakfast, I was eagerly waiting for lunch time hoping for something that would make-up for the morning disaster.
Really, that was a stormy night haunt me a lot, especially the boy. As usual, next day, I went to the hospital. After my routine ward visit, I slowly walks to my room.
This title must have amazed you, what is the connection between KAPIL and my WIG. My wig is a fight with my life..I am a cancer patient and at this moment I am loosing the favourite part of me..my hair.
It’s a love story of a boy who fall in love. Usual stuff right? Absolutely not, the far away from what we call usual this story captures life essentials and much more.
It was a Hope for Love to live my life in my way. We were in each other’s life like being tied or glued whichever might have it be personally or professionally.
And when he had woken, startled, it had taken a few moments to grasp his position, that he was inside a women’s hostel and that he was lying in the bed.
The old man turned to look at me. “Is my son one of them?” he asked, and I saw that there were tears on the patient’s cheeks.
As far as her feelings were concerned, it was clear like a crystal. She’d choose him, in a hundred lifetimes, in hundred worlds and in all versions of reality. She had already decided her life with Dev.