When I look at you. . .
Another pebble into the river. A new melancholic thought popped in my mind with each drenched pebble.The calm, clear, shimmering, rejuvenating water of the river. The cool breeze blowing my left- open hair. The birds singing melodiously. And amidst all this pleasance, lying is the bewildered, broken and burning heart of mine. An antonymous pair . Tears are falling out from my eyes and moistening my cheeks. It's not that I'm not in my senses. I am. I can feel whatever is happening to me. I am hurt and upset. I have heaps of questions in my mind. "What did I do to deserve a slap from him? Why doesn't he ever understand? I'm old enough to take my own decisions. Had it been my brother, would he have reacted in the same way? No. A sure-short ,No. I won't take it anymore. I want to clear it now itself." Wiping off the water from my eyes, I get up. Yes, I'd say water and not tears because tears are valuable. What's coming out from my eyes ri...