Hold My Hand
He closed the gate, stood there, looked on his right, and then on his left. On seeing a speeding car, he said, “Hold My Hand”. She didn’t.
“Hold My Hand, dear. Let’s cross.” He repeated his words. She didn’t. He turned back to shout at her. And on seeing the word at the gate, “Graveyard,” he realized that she is no more. A teardrop escaped from his left eye.
He wiped off the tear and walked across the road. In the midway, he felt her fingers in his, it was… her soul. Her soul smiled and he smiled.
“Together forever!”

U have mastered the art of writing short fiction :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Mahesh. A comment like this, from you, means a lot to me!
DeleteNice short emotional story. However, I wish if people could be together always when alive.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. They are.. before and after :D
DeleteIts beautiful sarav
ReplyDeleteThank you so so much :D
DeleteDo wish they'd have held hands before he was in the middle of the road, Sarav.
ReplyDeleteI honestly must say I'm disappointed. :P I came here looking for a long, mushy love story, which is your specialty, no? Especially with such a romantic topic. ;)
Even I wanted to write a long, mushy love story. But twenty hours in office on Friday and Saturday, plus a birthday party to attend on Sunday, made it impossible. How I wish/carve to write a new!
DeleteThank you so much da :)
Loved reading your post, short post but good one
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
Deleteshort, nice and enduring story,
ReplyDeleteHappy Diwali, My Blogaton entry Hold My Hand
Thanks a lot, Cifar!
DeleteGenuine goosebumps Sarav!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :D
DeleteShort but effective.
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DeleteWow!! that was fantastic! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you little one :D
DeleteHeart touching SIS.
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