She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.
~ Ashmita Acharya
True love doesn’t exist, for, love is always true. If it is not true, then it is not love at all.
Dawn may not appear one to all. It depends on beholders how they look at life, whether they see the fading stars or the rising sun.
The beauty with modest smile, whose secrecy of silent love had just been stolen, beamed at this wonderful offer and she replenished herself with his love as a carefree child cossetted with luxurious warmth after a cold shower.
