Category: Preethi Venugopala

I relived those memories repeatedly until I could breathe in his presence all around. The thought that I had lost him forever was a constant dull pain. May be poets had it right. Love was pain in disguise. I revered it, as there was pleasure in that pain.

An inch long scar on my left wrist, reminded me of an enchanted world of love, which had vanished like a mirage.