One can never predict the thoughts running inside her mind by staring just at her face.
But oh, her eyes!
Her eyes are the exposed pages of an open book.
Her eyes confide so much in the depth of their embrace, that they're capable of drowning the whole moon alone.
Her eyes are not eyes after all,
they're the journey to her soul.
No wonder why she never permits anyone to arrest her gaze,
because once upon a time, she had seen all her secrets getting revealed, one by one, inch by inch, taking every ounce of her being.
She's not a fan of eye contacts anymore.
She says that such things are myths.
Nothing but myths.
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The Untold Stories.
Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
