A letter to my love...

What will we do if things go against our expectations?

Ok, we may adjust.

Tell me, to what extent?

As always I’m saying, when I met you for the first time in orkut,may be just like the messages you got, I stop wandering, sit calm , allow myself time to get rid of the fast tracks, went back to my old days, days when I spent almost all my time in the long chair in our balcony, looking to the flat round sky from morning to late night, allow each and every rays right from the warmth of sunrise, through the hottest hours, to the weeping eves to end up in darkness to welcome those tingling stars, as if to fall on my sleepy face to heat it up ,gradually to melt my soul and finally to come it out to shine in the dark sky chilling my heart with joy. Joy of being alive, proud that came from realizations of our own existence

What does it says?

Did I write this long sentence to prove something?

Something like my ability or stupidity; whatever it is.

I just wanted to say one thing. I dreamt a lot.

Mostly, of a moment when I can stand proudly holding someone by shoulders, holding tightly saying something again and again to none other than myself, as if even I can’t believe, to assure my self that it’s truly a reality.

Two simple words still meant a lot, atleast to me; “my own”.

“My own”

And then only then only I’ll be able to say that my heart filled with love.

I dint say, I’ll be in love

I said, I will be able to feel those thrusting waves in my heart.

So I dreamt a lot.

I saw you.

I stopped wandering.

I sat calm.

I was never thinking you are the one.

I was never thinking that I found my love.

I did not think this was the face I was longing to see for years.

I did not say I fell in love.

I never thought, one day I’ll.

I never found that moment the most precious.

I never thought I won’t be able to forget you

I saw you, I stop wandering, and I sat calm.

As simple as that.

And….

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