I see a part of it. Broken lines and shades of monochrome. Where did all the colours vanish? And yes, the lines of blur merging reality into fantasies…beautiful … isn’t it? The sweet fragrance of the roses and the piercing sunrays across the window made me nostalgic. I thought of the time that once was still like a rock.

Did you forget how you had vehemently opposed it? The denial of the obvious. You loved summers unlike me.

You and I were placed across this window. May be like me, you did not see it as a whole…the absolute truth!

Ink in Thirds 100 Word Wednesday

Love,

Chinmayee