An ode to Love and Loss
(This is a short story I wrote last month at a beautiful place as part of a writing marathon. So it deserves to be shared on this blog not because it's a great work, but because YOLO and so does this blog! hehe.) It was 2 a.m. and she was still reading. Those who had known her for a long time knew she had this fondness for written word. You'd often find her arguing that conversations killed the 'life and light' in her. Besides books, her favourite companions were plants – both dead and alive. She watered them all, protecting her naive belief that what once lived can never really perish. She lived with him. He was her complete opposite, but despite all arguments and differences, they knew they belonged to each other. Those were her lines. He, on the other hand, called her his favourite old habit – dearest one. "Who are you reading at this hour?" he asked. "Premchand," she replied without even looking at him. "I used to read him in school, some te...
