Good Morning Folks!
Someone asked me a few days back which of my stories was my favourite. I instantly thought of this one. Why? Because it has everything in it that life should have – love, happiness. pain, realization, mirth and quirkiness. Something about two people coming together and making a vow to be together always makes me happy. Doesn’t it make you happy?
I thought I’ll reblog this just to make our mornings a little happier.
“Hold the candle a little higher, will you?”
He looked at her sullen and swollen face, the candle light accentuating her sullenness, concurrently softening the planes and curves of her face, bathing them in an ethereal incandescence.
“Please?” he added.
She responded by lifting the candle and her head higher. He peered into the fuse box, irritated that he could not see better.
“Isn’t there a flashlight at home?”
“No and yes. Mom forgets where she keeps things.”
“But don’t you always have a flashlight by your bedside?”
She cocked an eyebrow, “Since when do you know what I have in my bedroom?” she asked coquettishly.
He sighed. Would she ever grow up, ever abandon her childish sparring? More importantly, did he ever want her to grow up?
“I’ve known you since you were five. I know you’re afraid of the dark, which is why you had the…
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