. Bent over the table, a sigh escaped her pouting lips while she stared at the pen in her hand. This is ridiculous – she thought to herself. Why was she so nervous? She had gone through the pros and cons of writing to him several times, and her mind was clear now. With a…… Continue reading What if… – FFF
. Some love stories never die. Thank God! And though I knew it hadn’t died, my love for Denmark has gone silent for a while. A long while. Pretty much a pandemic-long while. But like Jack Nicholson in The Shining, it was just waiting for its chance to blow the door I had built between…… Continue reading Take me back…
Because you never dared to hit me, doesn’t mean you didn’t skilfully hurt me. Quite clever, I must admit… Not having a bruise to show off, to prove you were deliberately crushing my heart. Words adroitly picked, well aware of all my weaknesses. Words used to confuse, to disappoint. Words used to wave hope under…… Continue reading Never.
The best love story is a book half written. Pages filled with a chance encounter, a chassé-croisé of mutual seduction, promised kisses, longed for caresses, and a handful of doubts and worries to get writer’s block. Love song lyrics, new perfume smell on the pillow, tears, laughters, cries and sighs… It is a pen,…… Continue reading The best love story…
Some people think joining lips is the most intimate way to share a moment of sheer one-on-oneness… But she begged to differ. How often do we kiss in our lives?… many. Too many times in some cases. How many times do we hold our loved ones by the hand?… For the simple pleasure of…… Continue reading Forget lips, think hands…
Tonight is soup night. Lots of carrots and celery soup. Sage tyme and savory… And lentils. Because sometimes, lentils are just the best way to wink at a friend. And they are yummy in the tummy too, you can’t argue discuss that. I am thinking about what to write, and remember that most of my Likes…… Continue reading Lentil soup with a love story siding…
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