So it happened. Finally the memories seemed hard to come about. They lingered no doubt, but the frequency had reduced drastically and sometimes details were hard to recollect even after a lot of concentration. The moments, which had almost threatened to define life and happiness, had without making a noise slipped through the clutches of her heart. It had become hard to remember the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled or scowled and the texture of his voice when he whispered at night. She was glad. She was free at last.
8 comments:
Your literature is brilliant. All your prose reflects so.
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Good write up, but did not get the theme. Wd like to come bk again.
Keep writing.
TC.
She was free at last. Got it!
Gr8 write of love that turned into agony and then that one is set free once when released from the 'love'. That was not meant to be in those initial days of wooing, but alas, things changed, uncertainty crept in and blah blah... Good work
hmm..nice article...
remembrance one of our greatest bondages...
d one hu can get fee frm it mst be blessed in some true sense...
Lovely but sad.
leaves a lot to the imagination
hmmmm
keep it rollin;)
the best work by far!kudos di!!
this is a good one indeed..i luvd d theme..if its a personal experience, its wonderfully conveyed..if its not, then its wonderfully imagined..i cud relate to it..
"the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled or scowled and the texture of his voice when he whispered at night" - these expressions are a bit filmy, in my opinion. improving/removing/replacing them will take ur drabbling to a new level!
best wishes always
has time done this magic?????
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