You are Beautiful

ion. The garden was bustling with the sound of water being sprinkled and the scent of rose

dently. The clouds were all over the sky enabling the sun to penetrate through it. My father died after a mini heart attack six days back at that time. We were still mourning the loss and it was a cowardly thing for me to do but the fr

any emotion in her. Sensing and assuming her emotionless featu

d intimidating contrasting to

se winding towards the second floor and all the antique furniture decorating. It was a perfect plac

ge king-sized bed that has been cleaned beautifully as if I have been living in this room. My study table just stood 2 meters away from the bed. The remnants of my youth lay there

been about 3 years since I haven't met her. I was so busy with my works and endeavor that it was sad to admit I forgot about her. She has lost substantial weight with her

desolated. Even during our father's funeral, she didn't shed a single tear b