Floating Tears
Looking down, she asked me, “Why don’t you just hold my hand?” “Do I have to?” “Yes, you have to!” “But I think it’s not that necessary!” But she took her left hand and gave it to me.The hand wore the traces of the arteries, veins and nerves which were the cause behind such aesthetic beauty. I felt like it was taking me ages to get her soft and subtle hand. “Wow! You never held a girl’s hand before?” She asked and I could see that tiny humor on the niche of her lips! “No”, I said with little hesitation. “Your hands are shaky!” She murmured. “Well, are you ready to jump?” Questioning this, I looked at her and was shocked! Tears were coming down from her eyes and each tear drop was rich with the catastrophes of her life. I asked myself, “Is this beauty?” Two persons holding their hands and they are in doubt whether they are ready to jump or not. Her hair grew inch by inch as the wind was blowing each and every second. Her black eyes contained all the ...




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