Statues of No Liberty!




It was time to leave. One hour for the bus back home. Isn’t it strange how time flies when you want to savor it the most? And makes you feel like an eternity when you wanna get over with.
Is Time an Illusion or a Serpent laughing from above, enjoying how it brings out the best & worst in us. Something had changed last night but neither of them knew what it was. Had they gained or lost a part of themselves?


She asked him to sit down with him on the front porch as the drizzle transformed to downpour. Thundering outside and inside their hearts, a silence of ages left them in short of words. He wanted to turn, see those dark brown eyes and let her know what she meant to him, but they were statues with no liberty to move or talk. All he could do was hope that she felt the same.

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