the rhythm…

He heard the bird call. He heard the seconds ticking loud in the quiet of the room. He began to count – every fourteen seconds, the call. Without the slightest delay, the call – every fourteen seconds.

She listened to her breath. a sliver of moon hung silently outside her window. She began to count – the stars. Without the slightest of haste – time flowed by.

He thought of her and at that very moment she thought of him. Two people destined to miss each other forever.

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About victoranish

A theatre worker living in Bangalore.
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