HER THOUGHTS
Love Drug: Dose 1 Desperate men go in desperate search. Having no idea and experience of how relationships work, I was planning one. All lost in her thoughts, searching for the answers, so that she can think of trusting me. Her questions, straight and sharp, were difficult to answer. Just because, I had never thought of them, ever. Walking upstairs, with a weird desperate will to talk more, bonded by my patient mind, which had been habitual to it, in this span of 4 years. Somewhere in the middle of desert, a little far away, I see water. Might be mirage, but HOPE , is a beautiful thing . Alas! I reached there, at the top of tallest building on the hill. Like a debris of concrete, the city looked a mess. But still, better than me. Concrete Mess A cool splash of swift moving wind, took my mind to the moment I first talked to her. Chit chat, laughter, smiles, advises, queries, questions, doubts, expressions, s...