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The Twinkling Night
The Twinkling Night
The materialistic way of living made me nonchalant over the years. I began to transit to end up as an introvert keeping to myself all that which I wanted to share.
I made my mind to get secluded with myself pondering over things that I failed in the past. Things were meant the other way that I met her halfway and I had to hang on. The journey so far had been peaceful and prosperous.
It was a December night on the eve of Christmas. We made a plan to meet for a date that night at the "Twinkling Seasons". The room invited me with the ar
oma of her perfume. Lights shimmered tuning our light hearted moments. She filled a glass for me, with my favourite cranberry ale. She satisfied herself with a glass of beer.
She mused herself manoeuvring the serenity when the beer began to tantalize the taste of perceptions. I cherished hearing those tell tales of the drunk woman. Even the bower of the autumn tryst comes to a still when her eyes make a pass.
It is hard to visualize that moment when her hands that promised never to part slipped away. Is death an end to your problems?
