The summer

Summer romances are never meant to last. She didn't know how it happened, she wasn't the kind that believed in cheating, she would certainly not advocate it. She didn't know if it was love. May be it was, may be it wasn't.But the pain,that was definitely there and she knew that was real. Why should she cry after all? She was going to get married to the guy who loved her to death but she wanted someone who gave her reasons to live. Sweetest things in life are always short lived, she had to let go and think of the life ahead.

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He knew she was engaged to someone else. What attracted him was her spirit to live, the will to survive against all odds, that perhaps kept their hopes alive.. a hope to change life's fortune to their favour. Somebody has asked him," Was it love or just an attraction?" He didn't really know the answer to that one. For the first time in his life, he was happy, it was indeed the best summer of his life. And in a month's time she would be married and he would be forgotten.

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He refused to believe that she could cheat on him. He loved her more than he loved himself,he worshipped her. He couldn't bear the idea of losing her. He was willing to forgive her and take her back. He knew she wasn't happy now,but he would prove her that their love was indeed true. "Summer romances never last and they never will", he thought to himself and smiled.

Just a glance

You couldn't call it a relationship. Not theirs. But its just that she was used to seeing him now everyday, it seemed like one. Everyday as she waved her husband and kids goodbye from her balcony, she would wait for him to come out. All she needed was a glance and she was happy with it. She didn't know his name. Neither did he. At least thats what she thought. She knew he was in the field of advertising, Mrs Rathna from 405 had told her. She knew for sure he was single, no girls visited him. Just a couple of guy friends. (You cant help noticing things these stuff when you are a neighbour next door.) She hoped she wasn't gay, he didn't look like one. He always dressed in plain light coloured, clean pressed shirts with black stripped pants.

It wasn't that she had an unhappy married life. A Husband who adored her, kids who loved her but her life was always predictable and she liked looking forward to something. It wasn't like she was cheating on her husband. But there was some joy in just dreaming and not realising it. No sweet nothings, no tiny kisses, no declaration of love, no possession of love. Just a little glance that is all.