She thought within herself 

She stood in her balcony with a coffee mug in one hand sipping it and other one on railing. Her thoughts turbid and heart devoid of any feeling. Despite the chattering of a flock of starlings, she didn’t have any senses to any kind of sound or vision around her. Except her memories with him. Blurred. Disturbed. She was thinking within herself and reassuring herself whatever happened was true. It was real. She told herself, this is how it happens. Within moments. The things which happened or appeared to be as miracles, all went vain and empty, and nugatory. She was dumbfounded by the fact that no one can predict how life can take unexpected turns in a second. The exchange of roses turned into altercations and battles. Nothing less, nothing more. The only thing that came in her mind was, “Will  he ever approach me? Will he talk to me”. And she feared if he won’t. Ever.

By Shreya Sharma

I read poems. Sometimes I write poems. And when I am doing nothing, I am sipping coffee.


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