An empty house.

You must have heard this saying that houses are mere walls of bricks which is complimented by people and feelings for it to become a home. Ohh I truly agree , homes reflect peace and happiness and comfort . A place where you are provided with warmth and most importantly a place where you feel loved and heard. A very beautiful tale I hold within that I would like to share - there was this girl and boy who met each other on a random day somewhere and ohh my angel's sake they fell in love and in sometime decided that wanted to build a home of their own . They made it with lots of emotions and decorated it with moments. In the process of making the boy brought safety and assurance while the girl brought lots of love and peace. and when the house was done building they claimed it their home . The home had lots of rooms in one room they locked away their thinking processes which were dangerously different and in one room they kept memories of the first meeting and their first conversation. In another room love resided, lots of love . I won't say all days were sweet like sugar somedays when the room of ideologies was unlocked they would fight and debate but how does it even matter, at the end they had each other to look at and smile.

ohh on a stormy night something happened , something really bad and the boy refused to stay in the house. He shouted in anger and started packing the stuff . He went in the room and packed all the love and headed towards the door , the girl cried and tried to keep his bag , he dragged the girl to the front door snatching away her hand and leaving her all alone in that home , I am sorry house* . The girl stood lifeless on the front door watching the boy going away and taking all the love with him that she had brought . Although the boy went but she decided to stay , for the sake of efforts they both have put in the house . Everyday she would go on the front door with a pain in chest waiting for the boy to come back running saying I missed you and I love you . But the boy never came , the girl grieved and grieved and would often go upstairs in the room of memories just to end-up crying. Sometimes she wanted to run away like the boy too but she was afraid what if he comes back and might search for her, for her touch and for the peace . She wanted to pour in that poor soul so she stayed for a while with numb and eventually got tired and one day decided to leave cause he wasn't coming back now she believed it.

So she packed her stuff and kept her ideology and kept some memories too went downstairs and looked back for the last time . Their home was turned into the house , mere walls of bricks . she locked the front door and left. The house has turned into a haunting place and no one goes there. I don't know if the boy came back or not but I know one thing that the girl didn't. Not then ...... not never.