August 29, 2015

Meet Again As Strangers - A Short Story

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I love to touch her skin and feel the spine. 
We often meet as strangers. 
But there is secret pact between me and 
my books. 
After savouring every bit, 
I hide them inside one of my bookshelves, 
And People think it’s some kind of disorder, 
schizo…? 
Everybody deserves pure madness in love, 
even books too. 

- Ankita Chauhan 

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