He was depressed; often he used to put on a long sullen face and stooped his shoulders in utter defeat. As knowledgeable as he was, he decided to speak less, not because he wanted to but he because had no choice. He was an introvert. Until she came into his life and opened him in ways he could not even fathom. She became his antlers of joy, jumping animatedly around him, making him laugh, making him complete. But then, nothing is permanent, everything is evanescent. She was claimed by someone horrible-death. Now all that remains with him are memories of her, memories of ‘them’. He had the pleasure of getting himself acquainted with many other antlers with whom he shared the sweet grass of vitality and comforting branches of togetherness, but nothing, could fill the gap he had for her.
Biswa Writes 