I don’t want to be a part of this story, but I want us to write this story together.

They had become each other’s shadow and even more than that, the true companions who would never part, not even in darkness.

It was destiny which made them meet and love which kept them together. Together, they lived alife of their choice and gave companionship a new meaning, to complete a story that was left unfinished decades ago.

He not only held her hand, but could also capture the increasing pace of her heartbeatthrough her pulse. He knew when her heart rate was increasing and when it almost stopped.

When I was leaving, I felt that my energy had been sapped, someone took a part of me away, the part which defined me, which I loved the most, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t ecstatic aboutgoing to a new place.

They were not passive victims of the social code but active fighters asserting their individuality.

The person whom she had hated the most, was actually the person who deserved tons of her love.

Before I met him, I would hum and dance in the shower. When I fell in love with him, I would fantasize about him while taking a shower. When he left, I would hide my tears in the shower.

It was in moments like seeing him catch his breath after running a distance or watching him doze off in the flight that I realized that I wanted to spend all my life with him.