Her: Seen yesterday's sunset?
Him: Your red bindi didn't allow me to...!
Her: Favourite colour?
Her: You misspelled your favourite colour!
And seeing your smile, I realised what writer's block is...
It feels as if an epic even grander than Ramayana, Iliad, Divine Comedy or Paradise Lost would fall short.
Meanwhile, all the alphabets of all the languages have drowned in that dimple of yours!
T. S. Marin attempts to write flash fictions. She is perpetually in love with sunsets, smell of books, and the idea of love.