ஆங்கில வாசிப்பில் ஆர்வமுள்ளவர்களுக்காகவும் ஒரு மாற்று முயற்சியாகவும் ஓர் இரவல் பதிவு.
நண்பர் விஜய் ஈஸ்வரியின் கவிதை போன்ற குறுங்கதையை உங்களுக்காக இங்கு பதிவிடுகிறேன். ரசிப்பீர்கள் என நம்புகிறேன்.
The Night Owl
As their paths Continued to diverge he was left only with fading memories of their precious little time together as friends and occasional dreams.
She had moved on years ago.
The dreams were not regular but very vivid when they do come to him.
Most of the times she was as agonizing to him in the dreams as she was in reality.
But on very few occasions she was as beautiful and as loving a partner as he hoped that she would one day be. Albeit only in the dreams of his reality.
On such rare occasions, the dream would end too quickly just as their relationship did before flowering into love. He would wake up in the middle of the night wanting nothing more than to get back into the dream and be with her for a little longer. To only realize that he can't.
He would lay awake in the darkness listening to soft cooing and snoring of his beautiful children.
Written By - Vijay Er.
