Friday, March 02, 2012


Valentine's day. They gathered around the centre. I followed the friend who had brought me there. She spoke. I was drunk. Everyone poured their drink in the bin. A fire was lit. One by one, they put in a piece of paper. A photograph. I did too. I let go of your picture. But memories?

Written as a part of #55WordStory. Promote given by @vivekisms. For the rest of the themes check this


Nimue said...

Good one !

Anonymous said...

Thats so .. *searching for a word* Loved the last word absolutely ! Wonder how people broken in love cope with that ?

Sharika said...

it is like a perfect coffee:) bitter and strong :)