Aug 15, 2020
2 min read
Three years ago
She was on the other side of the road. Caught in the dilemma of passing by or crossing over, I stood there dazed. The street bore a mystic sheen rendered by the lamp posts. Soon I could see her glistening figure walking up to me. There was a comfort wrapped in angst throbbing within me.
She stopped quite close to me. Those eyes gleamed with a zeal I had been longing for. She smelled like just she used to-something like vanilla. A white silk…
