Unwept

January 15, 2011 Off By Manjil P. Saikia

She kept him waiting for two long hours. He was close to tears. He realized what a speck of dust he had been all along. And then like the lonely night itself, he merged into the darkness. Morning came, and she saw a text message: “He is dead!” What she did was, just smile sadly.

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