Synopsis-The novel

                             The Last Conversation

Things would have been so different if we knew this is the last time. If we knew this is the last kiss, it would have been so passionate. If we knew this is the last hug, it would have been much tighter. If we knew this is the last time we are talking may be it would have never ended.  But things never go the way we want. Everything ends, irrespective of our wish.

Sometimes it’s better to let things go, but hard to follow. So was my case. Even after a month of breakup I was still at the same place. I was so tempted to get back with my ex, to hear her voice. I read lot of articles how to get over your ex. I tried everything possible to get over her. Painted my apartment, grew my breakup beard. Fixed every electrical appliance in my house. But if you attached to a person, you will find her/him in everything. Every gravitational and magnetic law will drag you back to that person which you were unable to use in exams.

I wanted to share my feelings with someone. And for whom was my feeling was not there to hear. So I decided to write everything on a paper and went to terrace and threw it. It was little relaxing. I could feel the elevation under my feet. The sight down seemed so entrancing, I lifted my one foot. Again closed my eyes.

Suddenly I was hit by something on my head, my foot trembled. I misbalanced and..

“Ouch”, I opened my eyes. I was lying down on the terrace holding my back.

I was quite sure what hit me was not bird spit, it had more F=MA. I looked around and found the same paper wrapped around a stone.

“Ahhh.. how could… why.. who” now my voice was trembling. Anyways I picked up. Something was written on the other side of paper. I quickly unwrapped the paper.

More to come :)