The Young India

Crimson

Crimson’s chain of stories:

Home Truths, Trials of Time, Rambling about the Ex

Something inside me is dying. And it continues to die bit by bit every time you pick up the phone and run me down in every conversation. And yet I count the hours all over again looking forward to your next call. You never flatter me or shower me with compliments; you never ask me how my day went or even remember any of our previous conversations, yet I …