3Line Tales, Writing

The woman for him

He sat at the table, waiting. She promised to be here and none of the delights of the place gave him any pleasure. He sighed as he sipped from the wine in front of him. Glancing at the wrist watch, she is yet to arrive. He must be really bewitched like his friends said. There… Continue reading The woman for him


My Love for One Day

Everyone had gone home. The service was over. I hid behind the trees, it will be weird if anyone saw my tears. My eyes should be puffy red by now. Even in my black jumpsuit and black rimmed glasses I knew I look pathetic. **** We grew up in the same neighbourhood. We went to… Continue reading My Love for One Day