Everyone in this world, is sure to have come across this emotion - LOVE. It may have been a happily forever, or a painfully yours, or till i find the right person, kinda story. But for all these stories, the one thing that holds true is not the ordinary over rated emotion called Love, but the extraordinary people who strive hard towards placing Love on a pedestal. While many are doing so, some gain momentary happiness, or rather derive pleasure in silence. This is the story of Love, pure Love, and nothing but Love.
'He looked back at the man staring at him. Wrinkles sought refuge on his face, like they yearned to be there. He crinkled his eyes, ran his hair through his receding hairline, and winked back at the reflection in the mirror. Not bad, he thought aloud. Rajan Pillai tugged at the collar of his crisp white linen shirt and flattened invisible creases on his broad shoulder.
The wind blew in the ruffled curtains and covered his face. He sighed and looked back at the direction of the wind, and relished in the memory it bought him. A distant laughter filled his ears. He admonished the wind, and his eyes fell on a collage of pictures that adorned his wall. Serah, he whispered.'
What makes this story real? The story is real because of Serah and Rajan. They re the only factors that make this story real
This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs fromYashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.
