I did not had to look twice to confirm that it was her.
The bubbly flashy smile on the dark skinned round face with those big eyes was unmistakable. She was walking around in the mall with a lean dark-colored man carrying a young lad in his arms, without noticing my prying eyes.
The memories of good old days of hushed girlie giggles came flashing across my mind. And the fateful night, when she survived her act of sin in that small dingy clinic and our sighs of relief after the tense moments.
Did she remembered those days when she lost the zest for life.
Did the man who looked like her husband was aware of her past secrets.
Maybe not… Maybe yes. ..
But it didn’t mattered now..
Some secrets were just meant to be zipped up.
Oh I sense a story here…some secrets…some ghosts of the past. What happened to the girl? Great write! And congrats on completing A-Z!! 🙂
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congrats on completing the contest…
have enjoyed the posts immensely…
would love to be always connected with you…..
SITARA NAIR recently posted…Z for zest
How weird it is for some to visit their past… yes some things are meant to be zipped up!
Congratulations for reaching the finishing line!
Shesha Chaturvedi recently posted…Zealots- War over Peace, Hatred over Love!
Yes true. Some things are best kept zipped up.
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