In his cozy hotel room bed, he woke up to what he thought was the alarm. It tuned out it was a text MSG from her which would make the rest of the day filled with meetings, presentations and business bearable:
He opened the lunch box she had so painstakingly packed for him. He knew it wouldn't have finger-licking dishes inside. She had just started learning how to cook. Hunting for online recipes for beginners had become her new hobby. He appreciated the effort and he knew he would take back an empty box to show his acknowledgment.
In the final container, he found a note saying:
"I burnt the special dish that was supposed to go into this container and there was no time to start again. Thought I'd pack you some extra love instead.
Ours was not how most love stories start.
Not with cuckoos singing and the spring breeze blowing fragrant petals on our
faces or to be more realistic, not with stolen glances, secret smiles and
covert phone calls in the middle of the night; instead, in a gloomy depressing
You had found the broken me -the scrap
that time had made me into, way beyond the state of recycling. You took me in
like a collector takes in, with cautious excitement a priceless
antique piece. You dusted, mended and brought back my shine. You made me yours
and worth much more than I ever thought I was.
I thought to thank you I would write you a love story.
(Since this world is clearly can no longer sustain a real one)
I wrote something grand and beautiful;
Something that the heart aches for and yet knows to be unreal.
With a lovelorn hero and his beloved,
With all the odds against them.
But all the odds are fought and all the demons slain.
And they make theirs a happily ever after.
You read, appreciated but insisted that we live it
instead. So began our ‘Once upon a time…’.
Next, I thought I’d write you a love letter.
(Since the spoken word doesn’t always come out the 'write' way)
I wrote something out of the deepest corners of my heart.
It read beautifully and brought tears in my own eyes.
With poignant poetic words and noble intention promised,
The scented letter lay by your side as you slept.
You read, appreciated and carried on with your day.
Disappointed and gloomy eyed, I went on with my day. It is only before I almost
found myself asleep at night that I realised that you don’t write me letters you
just simply make each day a new love letter for me.
Note: The following are 5 incidents of
❤ at first sight.
They walked through the congested lanes hand in hand. Picking up random books and smelling through the old stained pages, cursing their empty pockets.
At one of those nondescript stores, on one of those pre-owned binds, in awkward but sincere letters, the couple read, with choked breaths and unmoving eyes:
“This note was supposed to be the beginning of a great love story. But I just learnt that you don’t read. Not that this book is not your favorite book. But that your eyes can only see darkness and from today so can my heart. ”
And through his steady sniper scope, he could see his victim. Shortly, she would be shot and kill him forever. For in an instant, his heart chose to love, he chose to kill.
She, Years Later
Days of anxious preparations were,
finally, coming to an end. A few more words and the ‘much awaited’ would be
over. The unveiled new bride glanced through the room in sheer excitement of
Their eyes might have met then. Someone somewhere regrets that evening to this
I was drenched and hoping for the incessant
rain to subside. It wasn’t a pleasant wait under the park bench. Something
caught my attention. Distinct heavy footsteps were closing in. I turned around
to see you already bent down, eyes teeming with adoration, arms moving towards
The rest is
history. We were meant to be inseparable. It’s not for nothing that they call
dogs man’s best friend.
The Dream Girl
For the last three weeks, since the
first time I saw you in that art gallery, I have lost all desires to live life
as I had known it before. All that I could do was to hope that you would at
least come to see the artist’s rendition of yourself on the canvas. The art gallery became my necessary haunt.
Today, I met the
artist. Today, I learnt that the woman of my dreams rose from the artist’s
imagination. That he owned you before I could. That he would, forever. And I…
would only behold.
What is this challenge all about?Post a status on Facebook for the next 10 days(starting today) and post screen shots of the same. Keep it 'interesting'. Although originality is preferred, no one's going to throw you to the piranhas if you quote.
Post a status on Facebook for the next 10 days(starting today) and post screen shots of the same. Keep it 'interesting'. Although originality is preferred, no one's going to throw you to the piranhas if you quote.