Formula
She wanted him to be precise. But for the moments that went unnoticed, he often rounded-off her memories.
Labels: fiction, flash fiction, formula, love, memory, precision, short story, story, surreal
"At times I wonder, if I'm behind that colorful mask that I wear. Perhaps, I don't have a face. It's just a procession of hundred eyes trying to see inside me.... where I'd stopped existing a long time back. But if you smile you'll probably find me in one corner of your eyes."
MY OTHER BLOGS
"A cold fire, once in a while, extinguished the snow."
She wanted him to be precise. But for the moments that went unnoticed, he often rounded-off her memories.
Labels: fiction, flash fiction, formula, love, memory, precision, short story, story, surreal