He never saw her crying except when he hugged her.
On a solemn day, when they were frolicking together. He mustered up the courage to ask his insanely mad yet beautiful woman.
‘I never see you cry, do you?’
The girl who was soaking the warmth of the sun, etching something in her old diary, wearing a summer dress replied, ‘You are right! I never cry. I only bleed words.’
Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste
Yes, words do bleed!
You have created a marvelous blog.
Thanks for the warm comment.
Namaste
Namaste 😇
Very well written… It is true that words do bleed and they have lots of power in them, which is good enough to speak for themselves, which is always reflected in all your blogs… I loved this post!
Thank you so much, Vansh. It’s always lovely to hear from you.