A week back, my life was like everyone else’s. I sat reading and enjoying the solitude, a less interfered circle of silence. Today I am sitting in place that looks like a magic land, with someone I could do anything.
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE (8)
I had imagined a zillions of ways of being with my Advaith, and most of them he had heard and smiled at, I wanted to believe he would eventually love me the way I loved, and it turned out he loves me more than I can understand.
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE (7)
It was a fairy tale moment of my life.The rain busted out along with the lightening. I spread my arms to hug the rain fallen on me. He took me in arms rising me in the air.
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE (6)
Advaith had not dismissed our love, I better say my love. He never said that. He just said he could not either avoid that moment. He was not bad after all. And I would still love him even if he never could love me.
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE (5)
I was so surprised that I did not know how to react. Did he really mean to kiss or was his ego was hurt. I did not know. I could just stare without even remembering to blink my eyes.
ALL STORIES ARE TRUE (4)
His voice was unimaginably very close, like a whisper in my years. A mild shiver passed through my body. It was not imagination. It was real. I turned suddenly, his look still on me and expressionless.
PASSION AND PAIN
Love is full of passion and pain. It is natural. It is like two sides of a coin. These two are the sides of love.
