Finally the day came for him to forget her.
Even though their relation lasted only for 2 days, the pain was excruciating. He couldn't bear it. He opened up his diary. He had written her name on every page of the diary. He read those 5 letters....... His mind wandered, there was some junk hindi movie called "Dhai akshar prem ke". But these were 5 letters....... 2X ..... he cursed himself, what a crap joke for the situation....... he started sobbing. Something he had forgotten since class nine when he was scolded by his English teacher. Eyes that have been dry since years started to fill with tears, " Roone de aaj humko, do aankhen sujaane de.......". He hugged his diary and cried.... cried and cried.......... He cried till his tear glands said enough..............So, he got up and switched on the TV. Flipping channels for 20 minutes, his fingers stuck when he saw " Jab we met" on one channel. He watched it for some time and then the idea struck him.
I will burn this diary he thought. He held the flame against the diary. But the pages, his memories refused to burn. They were wet..........wet with his love.........
Even though their relation lasted only for 2 days, the pain was excruciating. He couldn't bear it. He opened up his diary. He had written her name on every page of the diary. He read those 5 letters....... His mind wandered, there was some junk hindi movie called "Dhai akshar prem ke". But these were 5 letters....... 2X ..... he cursed himself, what a crap joke for the situation....... he started sobbing. Something he had forgotten since class nine when he was scolded by his English teacher. Eyes that have been dry since years started to fill with tears, " Roone de aaj humko, do aankhen sujaane de.......". He hugged his diary and cried.... cried and cried.......... He cried till his tear glands said enough..............So, he got up and switched on the TV. Flipping channels for 20 minutes, his fingers stuck when he saw " Jab we met" on one channel. He watched it for some time and then the idea struck him.
I will burn this diary he thought. He held the flame against the diary. But the pages, his memories refused to burn. They were wet..........wet with his love.........
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