He stood at the gate waiting for the mother by law to let him in, for he had stood there for hours hoping that gods would finally show sliver of mercy.
As the girl came sneaking out desperately, she waved at him to come inside the door by the yard.
He stooped under the window sill to hide from the inside view and made his way passing from under the chair, around the patio table and the doghouse.
On the way, the elbow received a cut, the fingers scraped now turned pink, but the boy in love determined to reach the destination and eager to hug and kiss his love ignored all.
Arriving, his eyes met with the staring eyes of the tall, proud albeit angry girl, standing scared scared behind her mother.
Originally posted on my blog: http://writsarpit.blogspot.in/
