An Ocean of Time.

In which she and I live forever.

Photo by Greg Rakozy on Unsplash

The moment I saw her, I knew it was a dream.

It could not have been real.

She standing in the middle of a golden wheat field, the end of her white saree and the bunch of her thick black hair swaying in the wind, the bloom of her olive face matching the brightness of the afternoon sun, and nothing but endless silence around us…



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Nitin Dangwal

Nitin Dangwal


Writing stories, poems and a little bit of everything about life