Depressed memories

He looked back at the knocking sound. The same elegance? When did you come
Suvrata did not answer. He is a little angry. In fact, he had been standing behind her for a long time. Didn't notice. But he has said a thousand times before that the smell of his body or birth recognition.
I have been standing for 28 minutes. But you asked now?
Abir's heart began to break at the thought. This should not have happened at all. He should have noticed earlier.
But why not? Even if he was two hands apart, he could feel it. Today, however, why is that? This has never happened before.

Abir's drowsiness was cut off as soon as the last letter was burnt. By that time, the letter he had kept in his hand had been burnt and the fragile ink and soot had gone in the space between his fingers. Realizing the reason for not being able to feel the presence of goodness for so long, a small smile appeared on the corner of her lips. I am not a writer who can analyze whether this smile is sad or happy.