The Torn Umbrella
It can sometimes be quoted as a coincidence, when Cupid silently follows you tip-toed, as a silent spectator, scribbling down excerpts of your conversations, as you walk with the man you find innocent but worthy. You feel all this time, someone’s keeping an eye on you. Still, he keeps you engrossed. You forget to look back and search for those probing, beady eyes. You enjoy it. Even I did. I never thought, I would be standing at such a juncture of life. When I desperately want to retrace back my steps on this cursed path, and resume the same journey on ‘The Road Not Taken’. Frost’s poem was simply an extra chapter in the literature book. It was never meant to be felt. He and I, both feared the outcome of this commitment. Probably, I loved him more. I couldn’t simply sit and watch him, being frisked away by some other girl, in front of my own eyes. I could sense the mirth that poured from his heart. Yet, I couldn’t fathom the depth of the abyss I was already falling into. The ...