Saturday, November 22, 2014


By Sunaina Patnaik at Saturday, November 22, 2014

Rumpled sheets. Ink stains. Cigarette butts. Empty coffee cups. 
The memories of the last night were still fresh in his mind. He was lost in a strange euphoria imagining he found someone who'd share his morning coffee. He turned towards his left, to find her toss and turn in her sleep.
She smelled of love. 
He sighed, and pulled out a notepad from his bag.
I want to put my story beside yours,” he left a note on her bedside table and walked out with a sense of obscurity.



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