Golden Tear

Following is my another blog became alive from my thoughts on the motivation of Eva's Writing Challenge)

I phoned her whether she would be able to come to see me. I was wondering if I might be turned down, but instead my request was wonderfully accorded to. I was surprised how could it happen, in spite I was hoping it to be happened that way. She never responded to me like she did that day. I was afraid she might not feel the pleading in my request. I was thinking, trying to understand her indifferent attitude towards me, she might have got something in her mind. And it turned up, when I was waiting for her at the rendezvous, she phoned me that she was at the airport and leaving for Switzerland for vacation. I was shocked. Is this her response to my love? She knew I loved her, but there was no care of it in her eyes. Was my love worthless? A drop of tear fell down from my eye, I looked at the golden ring I was holding in my hand, on which the drop of my tear was glittering, sparking in its golden reflection. I shut the lid of the ring case and preserved the golden drop of my tear.

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Mishaikh November 11, 2017 1:35

Thanks Narin for liking the story. I appreciate that.
Mishaikh November 4, 2017 11:47

Thanks Onee (Mod Mam) for all encouragement. I appreciate having encouragement from a Mod.
Mishaikh November 4, 2017 11:46

SNR

Good to see you after a great pause. Hope you are doing fine. AND thanks for the appreciation. Your opinion on the topic is appropriate.
Onee-chan November 4, 2017 7:42

:D Mishaikh,

I don't know why but I always smile reading the melancholic stories written by you. ^_^

I liked it very much. Please keep writing! ^^
Mishaikh November 2, 2017 12:50

Thanks Dara for the comment. I hope so, too.
Mishaikh November 2, 2017 0:26

Thanks Roman for the comment.
Roman November 1, 2017 23:22

Very sad story! And what a stoneheart woman she is... Good to know that it is just imagination. And also your story reminded me about Michael Jackson's song "Who is it"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfrV_6yWbEg

Thank you for sharing Mishaikh!
Mishaikh November 1, 2017 22:07

Thanks Eva for providing me/us opportunities to steer imagination and putting the feelings down in words.

This blog was already in my record. (May be I have already posted here somewhere, but the para you have referred was not included). I re-wrote the blog for just wanted to write this (on inspiration taken from the topic provided by you).

Thanks for your encouragement Eva.
Mishaikh November 1, 2017 22:01

Rose

Yes most of my stories come from my imagination, but what is stored in my imagination come from my surrounding, from my life. I mostly take them upon myself, I put myself and imagine what/how I would feel if I am in this place.

I am pleased to provide you something for your reading pleasure.
Rose November 1, 2017 20:27

Mishaikh, why do I always have the impression that your stories are the experiences of your own life? You mentioned, your stories are just written by your imaginations. Maybe they seem to be real because you always write in I-form.

It's always a pleasure to read your writings. Thanks.

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