By Rafiq Ebrahim
As a youth I came across a girl and was immediately attracted to her. I was fascinated by certain traits in her; the way she blinked her eyes, a winning smile, a twitch of her shoulder. Shyness prevented me from expressing my feelings to her. She went away from my life, but the attraction prevailed.
Forty years later, I suddenly met her. Her new image broke the bubble of fascination. I looked at myself closely in the mirror, and the bubble shattered to pieces.
Love is so fragile
“Wrting gives me some solace of having created something.” – the author