Re-born

She sat in a corner

World undone

A tear, a wound

A story told wrong.

He picked her up

Scarred, unpolished

Hiding from the world

Emotion, abolished.

Together, they grew

Different as they were

Thorns and roses

Entwined, apart.

In him she saw hope

Of redemption, of life

In her he saw his dreams

His reason, his life.

She knew not how to thank him

For words never sufficed

How he fought and rescued

Her, from plight.

For their love abounded

In the bleakest of moments

With kindness and hope

Their life, rebreathed.

 When hope was but a flicker

And forever after a dream

Fate & destiny smiled together

For what they, meant to be.

P.S. Thank you for entering my life, A, and for never giving up on me.

Rejection

Exasperated, she stood next to more than a dozen empty auto-rickshaws and tried to flag down yet another one unsuccessfully, screaming out her destination. The rickshaw-wala slowed down near her, then looked at her with disgust, muttering at the waste of his ten seconds spent listening to her useless destination, and was about to speed off when with a quiet thump, he slumped down in his seat, motionless.

“Sorry. I guess I just don’t take rejection too well.”

And with that, she dragged the rickshaw with the limp bloody body near the others, and stood again to flag down the next one.