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Humayun's Tomb

After a few steps, we sat down under the tree. Quite!

I could feel her heavy breathe, her hairs were dancing, eye alluring and lips dried!

There was enough to talk but we sat quite. I could feel her heavy breath. I looked at her and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I wanted to put my hand on her head but I didn't. She closed her eyes so do I.

After a while, she stood and started walking! "Do you trust me?"

'yeah I do'

she asked, 'do you think I'm ditching you?'

'No...I mean I know you want to be with...' I whispered.

Her watery eyes penetrated my heart! We were helpless! We had no option! We had to move on!

I hold her hand and turned her face towards me. Her red nose was shining, breath heavy and lips dried! We looked into each other eyes and then chose were ways!
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