I remember very well these rural post bag carriers. They bring sealed postal mail bags from the dozen or so smaller offices situated in the hamlets.
I was very happy and eagerly waiting for the afternoon. I couldn’t sleep last night. Her eyes were dragging me into her thoughts again and again. It was a pleasure feeling to think about her.
What was different this time, he had a huge smile on his face and so did I. We bade each other our farewell yet again to better future and no pain in our hearts. Read friends story
He could not speak his love. Twice he wrote ,”I love you,” on a piece of paper and carried it in his pocket but could not hand over it to her.Read Hindi story
Mania is an uncontrollable obsession for certain things like phobias. Scriptomaniac is a story of funny classification of certain families based on this.
So I have decided to tell you the truth.I left you because I loved you.Yes the truth haunts me still.But once you had told me that love is sacrifice.
There. It was complete. Her crafty hand-writing made it look a letter of importance, like the scrolls of doom, or of festivity, in ancient civilizations.
This evening, she was to meet Jose, her boyfriend, at the shed to elope. They had long planned for this event. They were to settle in Iloilo
He wiped off a tear from the corner of my eye and handed me a thick envelope. It seemed old and crumpled. I opened the cover in excitement. Kept inside was a bunch of papers