Mathematics of Love

October 1, 2010 Off By Manjil P. Saikia

She had been dropping him hints all along, but he ignored them. It was time for her to go, still he seemed uninterested. At last she cried out loud the unspoken words, but it was all in vain. She realized it had been a dream, as the cold tears flowed her eyes watching his grave.

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