My Stories

It was the night of effulgent show. The sky displaying glitters of stars had some story to share. It was the cold evening of November where new chapter was about to unfold. Who knew the uncalled storm was going to hit their walls. As they started to take step by step through the driveway, new path kept alluring them to the magical land. 

He didn’t know. She didn’t know, but there was something gratuitous. They could feel the silence along with the echo of their emotions. An admiring gaze caught him at the moment. Behind those twinkling glimpses, there was a story he was eager to read. Standing next to the luminous night, their reason for being here raised many questions. She could hear the sound of his heartbeat that continued to knock at hers. He could see pink color blossoming on her cheeks. 

She asked herself, “What is happening to me”? 

He was never a stranger to her. His fondness for her always brought him closer to her as he was attracted to her. So was she. The feelings were mutual but they both weren’t sure of the intimacy they were going to anticipate in. The silver reflection on her face was enchanting to him. That glisten seemed to enhance the moment they were in. His eloquence started to incite some excitement around her. They were silent standing across each other, enjoying a serene moment: 

                                Glimpsing through those stars,

                                I may fall for those twinkles

                                In your eyes as your lips quiver

                                 In awe and mine in unrest.