Love

One fine morning, she went away without saying a word, and never came back.

I got dejected, waited for her, and then left the hope.


I went back to my ancient home, to my grandparents' place.

They were happy seeing me again after a long time...so I decided to stay for a few days.


Their eyesight was poor, as was their capability of hearing sounds. so they'd just keep talking about various things in life and I'd listen to them. sometimes I'd cry silently thinking about her while they'd keep talking.


One month passed.

And then I discovered love, again.

It was my love towards my grandparents which was left behind six years ago.



-Dec '10