As he sat there, drops of tear fell from his eyes. He whispered sorry and said “please, please forgive me darling” again and again.
He apologized for all that she had gone through: loneliness, depression, trauma, poverty.
He again came forward and requested her to come back. But she didn’t reply,
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for graves don’t speak.
sad......! :(
ReplyDeletenice one.
ReplyDeletehii Urvashi
ReplyDeleteya! indeed sad :(
hii UA
ReplyDeletethanks a lot!
regret is perhaps worse than death..
ReplyDeletehii Wise
ReplyDeleteya, right
hmm...a sad but beautifully written story...did u notice i am writing all cliched comments...kya karein...i am not getting the right words to express my admiration towards this style of writing.
ReplyDeletehii G3
ReplyDeletehehe! thanks dear..any type of comment from ur side is oki :)
You already know, what i want to say? :)
ReplyDeletehii Sunil
ReplyDeletehehe! yo :)
You are getting better and better with these pachpan fixon!
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write sumthing humorous now// bahut hua rona dhona!
hii Abhinav :D
ReplyDeletehehehe! thankxx!
ya, sure..I'll try my best :)
In the beginning i felt as if it was like any other love post but the last line made all the difference.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up!!!
hii Shas
ReplyDeletethanks a lot!!
keep coming :)
sad:-(
ReplyDeletehii Gauri
ReplyDeletewelcome to my blog :)
sad, but usually happens all the time:)
ReplyDeletehii Antarman
ReplyDeleteya, right