Part 2 of the story. I know you people have been eagerly waiting.

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Read a series on 1shablog.com a story where the feelings of the heart remain unsaid and unheard.
How many times have you tried to tell someone how much they mean to you, how they became the most important part of your life or how they leave footprints on your heart, how little moments spent with them is our key highlight of the day. But yet they remain unknown of all this.
A story portraying these unsaid emotions in the series. Here is Part -1

“Hello!” in the absolutely nicest voice, tone, pitch or whatever.
“Hi” I listen to your Hi and it sounds lovely. You have a beautiful voice. “Hope I haven’t disturbed you.” I hear more words in that gorgeous voice of yours.

I look at your eyes lost in your phone, moving from one edge of your iPhone to the other. You read something and type. You are wearing a smartwatch. You look at it and you keep your phone upside down on the table and Damn! You look at me and I look at you. Your eyes are peculiar, I try comprehending the color of your iris, it’s not too dark, it’s not too light, they look like honey.

I pick up my phone, I see a text from you. I smile at your message. I feel dizzy so I put the phone away and I go out of my workstation for a walk, thinking about you, your beautiful eyes.

आज सुबह से हल्की हल्की फुहारें पड़ रही थी।बारिश के मौसम में चाय और पकौड़ी का आनंद ही अलग होता है।

Love is blind. Is this phrase true Love is blind?

Love is illogical. How can Love just exist? What is this mystery?

I wake up having seen this magnificent dream as if you are still in my arms, your fragrance still in my hands, your face still in my eyes. Was it all real or just an illusion?

I get down at the India Gate and find you standing outside your car. I knew India Gate was your favourite ever since college. I wondered why were you so addicted, and why would you always roam about here. You look happy from afar. I want to just keep looking at you.

I listen to you, I am speechless. I listen and I can’t respond. I always wondered how would I say,…