"I hope you are fine!"
Once, these words were laid before me, by an unsaid story. And I closed the book, saying,
"I will be fine, once I read you".
But the hands of clock, timed out our conversation and I slept, in a hope I will read it tomorrow. Tomorrow came with a question!
"I want to jump from a cliff, I hope your answer would be, Yes?"
Confusion all melting with anticipation as I repeated the sentence thrice. In just a minute, heartbeats dropping down all its exhaustion on my nerves and I felt like not answering, but, somewhere I want to jump as well. I opened the book, leafed through the pages to find, a note, a flower, a memory or anything which will remember me, after I fall down, or I fall for it.
In a spur, the rain started. A memory, and I remembered it was the sleep that won that day. You slept.
