Her fidgety appearance didn’t help
neither the trickle of sweat
that unceremoniously danced on her forehead
and though she tried to put a gutsy face,
her palpitations belied her,
for the loss was too much to hide
and she failed to escape
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Shantanu Baruah, ckonfab.com, and afflatuz.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content
Confab With Me 
This piece alludes to someone being ill, yet you notice something was wrong. You saw the signs. Whether this was written based on reality or fiction. Sending thoughts blessings and prayers.
-Yonnie
It is all work of fiction dear 🌸😊
Ok thanks, but guess? Someone, somewhere was is need. 🌸😊
You are very kind. Thank you for always leaving behind such beautiful words
my heart breaks for her……….very well written!
Thanks for reading so beautifully 🌸🌸
my pleasure.
🌸😊
Oh, this is so well written. Brilliant, Shantanu!
Thanks so much, Moushmi. Appreciate your words
Beautiful picture / and I can see her shining and hiding in that one streak of light . Very romantic indeed Shantanu 🥰
Thanks so much for reading so beautifully