Thursday, January 21, 2010


       She lay on the bed waiting. He was late. She had called him up an hour ago. He was always late - always busy. He had come. She was too feverish to  hear him open the door and come up the old creaking stairs. He opened the bedroom door  and found her - frail figure, shivering as though she was kept in the freezer. They knew each other since they were little children. One look at her was all he needed. He rushed to her and held her hand. He could feel the pulse. Like an experienced doctor he said accusingly, " U got drenched in the rain yesterday. Dint U?  U have flu."

PS: thanks sorcy for bugging, nagging and  threatening  me to write...:)