Lovelock

I sat in the airport staring at the bracelet with a lot of disappointment. Slowly, I recalled the moments when I laughed with her, touched her silky hair, looked into her eyes and heard her sweet voice that always made me smile. Eshita… my enigma.

As I was lost in my thoughts, a middle-aged man asked, “Could you take your bag?”

Cover Photo by Prabhath Narapareddy

Noticing that a lot of other seats were empty, I hesitantly picked up my bag and he sat beside me. After he settled, he said, “That’s a wonderful bracelet. Care to tell me the story behind it?”

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