Its Love.

He had not seen her for more than a year, and his heart thumped in his chest. A few feet away from him she stopped, her face calm and still, pale in the frame of dark hair.
He had often imagined the moment, had given it weather and latitude and a scripted exchange,
but now all that scattered, replaced by irrepressible singularity of happening.
He smiled and stepped towards her.

Comments

Sid said…
awesome capture... and as always, your selection of lines adds a thousand times more to the beauty of the shot.
Koushik said…
Thank you once again for inspiring me to continue.