Story Index
The Burnt
“She was a cool breeze in hot summer evening
He was the fire burning the forest
She was the rain drizzle in the hot summer afternoon
He was the thunder storm in the rainy night
She was slow stream of river water, flowing in it’s pace, making a music as it touched the rocks
He was the water force of storm, taking everything on his way with him till it is destroyed
She was the flower who wanted to blossom
He was a rock who crushed the flower….”
