The story that we so passionately weaved has become a reminiscence from distance yore. So far I have not mustered enough courage to flip through the leaves of our half-written story, for I know it will wear your fragrance, displaying the impression of our love-drenched tales, and the charm of our scintillating past. No matter how defiant I train my soul to be, and how brave I may appear, when your name echoes my eyes often become moist. And now, to avoid the desirous juncture of emotional barrage I keep our yarn to cherish from yonder and in doing so, often I pass a pensive smile

Story of a passionate dolt

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