
Every Valentine’s day I hear faint footfalls falling deep inside. I still remember that girl who mercilessly rejected my proposal as she took my softness to her as outright sympathy. She had reasons. The girl had a thick patch of grey hair that receded from her forehead, and that was too early for pre-degree students like us. She guided me out of my belief that mine was pure love. Every Valentine’s day, I hear weak footfalls falling deep inside. Of … Continue reading