| Author: | Raja Sharma | ISBN: | 9781301792849 |
| Publisher: | Raja Sharma | Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Raja Sharma |
| ISBN: | 9781301792849 |
| Publisher: | Raja Sharma |
| Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
When she found that book, she removed it from the shelf and carried it along to her bed room. The night passed in reading. The first light of the day was about to appear and she was about to read the last paragraph:
…I have seen that life has its beautiful goods on display. We buy something, thinking that it is going to bring some joy in our life but after a few days we realize that we were wrong.
After about a decade, now I realize that something is really wrong. She is a woman and a mother but she is not a part of my existence. I could spend ages with her if she were there to speak and listen but she is no different from any other woman. To me moments of love are hidden in beautiful glances, subtle expression, soft and simple gestures, exchange of words which could bring us closer, the beatings of our hearts, tears of joys and sorrow while reading a book or watching a movie, kissing her fingers after the preparation of a delicious dish, constantly staring at her face while she is sleeping, smiling while she is guiding her little son….I think I need a break from this episode in my life… I will be away and I don’t know for how long for sure…
When she found that book, she removed it from the shelf and carried it along to her bed room. The night passed in reading. The first light of the day was about to appear and she was about to read the last paragraph:
…I have seen that life has its beautiful goods on display. We buy something, thinking that it is going to bring some joy in our life but after a few days we realize that we were wrong.
After about a decade, now I realize that something is really wrong. She is a woman and a mother but she is not a part of my existence. I could spend ages with her if she were there to speak and listen but she is no different from any other woman. To me moments of love are hidden in beautiful glances, subtle expression, soft and simple gestures, exchange of words which could bring us closer, the beatings of our hearts, tears of joys and sorrow while reading a book or watching a movie, kissing her fingers after the preparation of a delicious dish, constantly staring at her face while she is sleeping, smiling while she is guiding her little son….I think I need a break from this episode in my life… I will be away and I don’t know for how long for sure…
