His favourite colour
Dear readers, My sincere apologies for not being able to publish a full length short story this time. Here, is a short short story for you. Hope it touches your heart. " Sumit thought for a while, looking straight into her eyes, as his own eyes tried hard to hide the tears of both extreme love and utter hopelessness. And then he uttered, "Black." His voice stumbled, as if he was lying and indeed he was. Sumit had met Tamanna in the college camp. Both had been studying in the same college for couple of years but because of different streams of study, they met only in the Kerala camp and that too because of their common friend, Nimit. Tamanna was crazy about natural beauty. Waterfalls caused the jitters of excitement in her belly; mountains fitted her legs with springs; and sea- oh my god- sea was the anesthesia of love for her. If anything surpassed her obsession with natural beauty, it was her obsession with colours. "That isn't dark pink. That's magenta....