Vera lay down in the grass listening to the crickets creating yet another melody while the sun greeted her small figure through the gaps of the cherry tree. This was her go to place when she felt suffocated. And she did right now. He had confessed to her.
She had mixed feelings about it. She was ecstatic beyond reasoning but the overflowing tears were not due to happiness. He had a way with words and she couldn’t help but sway to them. And she would’ve, had she not realised that the receiver of the words she had always wanted to hear was not her.
Well, the cherry tree stood for her, regardless of the fact that today she was supposed to squeal out of joy and not weep because of a heartbreak.
Author: Vasundhara Khare
Editor: Achala Athreya