Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Fiction-55: Crush



She kept speaking for an hour. He kept gazing at her.
Her intoxicating allurement walked him into mystical reverie where he was the protagonist and she was his muse. A distant voice was calling out his name.

 “Malhar.

 MALHAR!”

“Wha- pa- present ma’am” 
he returned back from the cloud cuckoo land. 

The school bell tolled. 

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Posted Under 'The Nine Flavors'
Flavor: Love/attraction (Shringar Rasa)


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-Ashish

7 comments:

  1. Brilliant 55! Emotes the Shringar rasa so effectively :)

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    1. thanks aditi..
      And do take part in this.. :)

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    1. thanks bushra,
      hope you too participate soon

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  3. sweet :-)
    http://eyeswantstosee.blogspot.com/

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