August always brings memories of solitude-days spend crying in bed with the sheet drawn over the head and stuffed inside the mouth to prevent cries from being aloud.
It was 2000, the millenium year and hopes were high. With the birth of it, I knew the year would bring numerous surprises for me. Only last year he had entered my life. So things were in for changes, i assured myself.
I never really bothered about those umpteen phone calls I made until it proved fatal. Technology betrays! The long list was out and his name surfaced. There was no way but to agree . Afterall, there was no denying him.
Began the days of solitude in the month of August, in a distant land away from home. Away from him. It was suicidal (or was it the summer heat?)
Threats, promises, tears, and the home-coming finally!
Sure, things did change. And love became immortal!!!
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