And then he ignored her.
Just like that.
The months wait had finally turned into a meet. Ok, may be not wait. But months of correspondence. After which, it happened.
Was she dreaming things when her inbox was flooded with mails. Calls coming everyday.
Or was she having a nightmare when they all vanished. Just like that.
The threshold that was never reached. Or was the bar too low?
AT times, she feels like wringing the neck and shake the entire being, asking "what the" "why the" "who the"
But then, she just lets go. Or may be, all she can do is let go. She will like to think its the former.