Comments about Farheen Utim
And under the moonlight, your eyes shone in mirth.
I could decipher an impish twinkle in your coffee-brown eyes.
You hauled myself; put your arms around my waist.
Forming locks with my miasma dark hair which brandished on my shoulders, you whispered those three words which nearly changed the meaning of my life.
They were not the typical I LOVE YOU. It was something unusual, queer.
I could sense the veto your voice as when you uttered these words:
I feared the worse.
Amidst the aches and the pains, the night and the day, heaven and abyss
Those words dwelled into my ...