His still
lips drift apart and an addiction crawled into his brain. His closed eyes
nestled up comfortably amidst puffs of fumes. His facial muscles relaxed and her
soul freed from the yearning of conversations. He inhaled that blank moment
swiftly and discarded the fake affirmations one by one. Each puff veiled
bottomless longing, his tears dried and escaped into the world as smoke. He lied to himself once, nobody can wait
forever, wound heals, pain departs, and that’s the way we live... I’ll
celebrate life.”
Life
chuckled ‘Play with philosophical versions, but I won’t be an easy call.’
- Ankita Chauhan
