Ruhi blushed. She had a peculiar way of being embarrassed. She would restrain a smile and look at my wrist, or my ring, or my sleeves, or my shirt collar - just about any place that would keep her gaze away from my eyes.
Somehow I always expect that one day The doors will speak out to me And share their past Life as it was centuries ago Perhaps they have and I did not listen
Don't sit, stand up! Do something; you can do wrong, but no problem, do it! At least you will have a story to tell others! If you don't do something, you will be storyless! And what is life? Life is nothing but a book of stories we write!