The fate of every Love-Story is in the rot of togetherness, or in the misery of separation. Lovers often choose the first illusary wisdom that makes people choose to die later than now. And in the deception of New Love , they not only forget that this insanity is transient but they also hilariously imagine that they are clandestine.
So , it is with all sudden lovers who believe that their torments would vanish in the morning, but inevitably it is already mornin when such a convenient consolation comes to them...!!!
2 comments:
Excellent prose.
Excellent prose.
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