I always saw her standing in the balcony; leaving the porch as soon as I entered. I always caught a glimpse of her on rainy days. The flowy hair, the pale skin was just as I had forgotten. Everyday, I used to open an album, searching for her photo to burn. I used to ask her, "2 years ago, I buried your memories along with you. I left flowers, my dreams, my hopes, my love for you, now will you please ?" #Ep5 #ThumbSizedStories Request Click #ThumbSizedStories for more. #CalmKaziWrites #YQBaba #willyouplease #MicroStory #Story #Rememberance #Request #Death #Ghost #Past #Conflict #Forgotten #Flowers #HeShe #Her #Moments #yqtales
