Aug 1, 2021
He checked the clock- it was ten past seven. The sun had already set. The last cigarette in his hand had gone out. Although this was his daily routine, yet perhaps he had sunk a little too deep into his thoughts today. Every day he would walk down to the middle of the bridge to witness the sun setting, only there he could find peace and comfort. He thought of the day he had been introduced to such a beautiful sight- when at the same spot, they had stood together holding hands for hours. Only now, there was no one to accompany him, it was day hundred and seventy two,he counted, and he still had not skipped a day.
