“Never ever say that Mom,” I shouted, “This house has become very old son,” Mom said, “Let it be mom even then I won’t accept to demolish this house,” I said, shut the door closed, cried out my tears thinking of the beautiful memories that happened between me and Hassini.
Over the years, even the scar caused by the severe wound may vanish but not the true love and its sweet memories. Though we were parted by fate, yet we cherish those sweet moments that happened in this house.
Very few people are lucky enough to enjoy such moments in their life and they never demise. “Don’t think of that girl. She is no more in your life,” I heard my mom shouting behind the door. I did not care those words, as I know that my love is immortal and our efforts are always there to revive soon.
Earlier we parted just because of my mom but she still waits for me, for my love. How I can deny her? How I can miss an angel? Never ever this will happen, I said to myself to boost my confidence.
Love, the magical word that will unite us and I have that faith in our love. I messaged her as,
“I am still there for you
No crabby thoughts can conquer
Our true heavy love”
and slept hoping that once again we will spend our wonderful life together in this house.
Six Word Saturday:
Life without sweet memories worth zeros
Published as a part of
Acrostics - Prompt 13:
NOVEL
Magic Pie - Prompt:
43
Three Word Wednesday - Prompt -
demise, effort, revival
Sensational Haiku Wednesday - Prompt 76:
Crabby
