by M Tasleem
All of a sudden, Ira asked, "So, why do we live?"
I was taken aback by her question. I started staring at her face and thinking about the answer to her question. I was unable to think of an answer. Even then, I took her hand in mine and told her, "I think I am alive to keep these hands in my hands forever. I wish to live to hear my name from your beautiful lips forever. I wish to live to hear your sweet melodious voice. I want to remain entrapped in your big magical eyes. I want to live with you forever…"