She watched the Sun adieu the day sitting on a shore. Her loose hairs are playing with the wind. Every evening she came to watch the sunset and try to grab a piece of him.


She never gave him a name. It’s ‘WE’ when they were together and now it’s ‘HIM’. She last saw him walking away from her while ocean wind disheveling her hairs.

“Wait for me. We will meet again.” He said before parting.

She is waiting for the day till today looking at the vast and deep ocean. She felt a hand on her left shoulder. She turned in a jiffy and there he is.

“Excuse me are you ok. You are crying. Is everything alright?” A passerby asked seeing her tears rolling down the cheeks silently.

“Yes, I am fine.”