The Love was Melting...slowly.

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Something was not right with this world, he decided. How could this world spin so peacefully? He had lost her, LOST HER. how could the world even spin? There was something definitely wrong. in the final moments of desperation he had panicked. He did not know if it was the right thing to do but he did it.

Yes he did it. She gave him immense pleasure, yes she did. Till her last moment of the existence, she lived to satisfy him, to please him.

A few moments ago he would not have even cared about her, but he had touched her. He had felt the coldness on his lips, they felt numb. Her cold exterior only gave him intense pleasure.

That’s it, he decided, this world should stop spinning. This world should pay the price of is negligence.

He stared at her, blue berry ice cream with extra truffle and butterscotch lying limbless on the floor. The molecular structure had come apart due to heat, the ice cream was melting along with his hopes for a decent Sunday afternoon.

He had seen her fall in front of his own eyes, as she slipped from her hand and crashed on the dusty floor. In desperation he had panicked to save her, but he couldn’t. now she was gone along with his hope for life.

There was something wrong with this world, he decided, the world did not deserve to spin if he could not finish his blue berry ice cream with extra truffle and butterscotch.

Note:. This article was written during the session of writing circle Pune, on 4th March. 20 minutes, write whatever comes to your mind, we sat in CCD where I saw the Blue Berry Ice Cream with Extra Truffle and Butterscotch and made a story.

P.s. I am Back.

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