Is that feeling really exist?#fiction

“In that never ending race, between the most beautiful phase, among those career oriented people with my money minded taste. I used to wonder is this actually exist; I mean that feeling where the absence of a person equally matters the way their presence, where the fear of losing each other terrifies the most, where we actually win after losing ourselves in front of each other I wonder…Then I came across  people who find the site of moon more soothing than any expensive expenditure. Then the existence of poetries making sense to me. Then I realize roses and letters are still irreplacable by any branded dress and watch.  Then I realize that this is the reason that you are still waiting for me, miss me then….”,her words swallowed in her teary voice seeing him after those long 5years.

“Just because you can’t see something that doesn’t mean it don’t exist. For me love is not which starts with ‘I’ and ends at ‘you’ . Love is something which starts at ‘you’ and end at ‘us’. It won’t be a lie if I say that I waited for you everyday, I missed you every second but we can’t cage a bird we love, so I let you go. That day you said “love can wait but time won’t” see I am still waiting. Always remember someday we’ll find what we want; may be or may not be and may be we find something more greater but we hardly finds a person who love us back the way we want”, he said while moving towards her.

You always gave and still giving me the feeling people write books about”,she said while smiling.

Look closely, you’ll find your name scattered in every chapter of my book please make sure you are there when my book ends”, he grinned.

  • P.S.- A fiction, hope you enjoyed reading this. You are free to share your words in comment box. Hey! It’s quite a time I am here hope it doesn’t make any difference.


– Purva Narang

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