Love Is a Tragedy...
Sitting facing each other on the dinner table, they were strangers to each other. Eating the same home-cooked meal for fifteen years now, they shared nothing more than the roof that covered their heads. They merely existed, behind the invisible walls built by them brick by brick in all the years passed, oblivious to the other.
No! They weren’t this way always. Once, passion drove them… passion for each other…passion for love…passion for life. Like any other drug, which soon wears off with time, the intoxication of the passion on which they rode, fizzed away, leaving them listless and dry.
Sometimes, the greatest tragedy of love is not when the lovers are not united. Sometimes, the greatest tragedy of love is the absolute absence of any threads which would bind them together after having lived a life of togetherness.
Sometimes, love itself is a tragedy…
By Priyanka M (Coffee_pen_and_paper)
