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It was a fine morning.
Nature was playing its music and vehicles’ honking at a distance seemed like a
melody. I was lying on my bed awake and caressing her texture. I did not wanted
to get up, everything seemed just perfect about the moment. I looked at my cell
phone’s screen and got out of the comfort of my bed with haste. I was running
late and got ready in quick time and then as I picked my cell phone, I got
agitated. I was early. There I sat again on my bed caressing her and looking
into the mirror and that is when the crazy idea struck me. I got rid of her and
all little bits of her were flushed down the gutter.
I looked in mirror and that
is when I realized, what I have done. I felt as if I have lost my identity. I
was ready to go to office but felt as if nothing covered my skin. I felt that
bare naked just like the bare naked truth of she not being with me anymore.
I promised to myself that
this time I will not lose her. She will be with me again. Now I have brought
her back and she is with me again. She spends all her time with me and I know
she would never leave me. I love it when I look into the mirror and see her
there in the reflection. Beard becomes a man's
unique identity in the world of monotonicity and losing her nothing short of losing the clothes.
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