She, he and the primal rhythm III

Part I
Part II

He woke up weary next morning. He was still very much in sleep, unsure of his surroundings. Then he saw her sleeping beside him, occupying majority of his bed. He somehow reclaimed some of his space. He thought he should feel like planting a peck on her forehead but surprizingly he wasn’t feeling so. He realized how empty and filmy that thing was. This wasn’t the first time he saw her sleeping still he was somehow glued to it. She was sleeping on her stomach. Weather wasn’t particularly cold yet she was covered up till her nose. Her hair was messy. He could even spot a few stray long strands of hair around. He still didn’t feel like planting a peck. She, he and the primal rhythm III वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Their Story


My list of existential questions never ends
So does my yearning for sleep, never ends
I run through my regular errands
Eat my meals, try and have fun Their Story वाचन सुरू ठेवा

She, he and the primal rhythm II

They were still dozing intermittently when the sun was setting. The sky was orange, rare pieces of clouds appeared deep blue. The birds had returned home and were chirping happily.
She, he and the primal rhythm II वाचन सुरू ठेवा