I am no one special, just a common man with
common thoughts. I’ve led a common life. There is no monuments dedicated to me
and my name soon be forgotten, But in
one respect I’ve succeeded as gloriously
as anyone who ever lived, I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for
me that has always been enough.
Most of the time, I’ve all these thoughts
bouncing around in my head. But with the urge to pen it down seems the world
just gets kind of quite.
Southern summers, winter chills and the
muddy monsoons are indifferent to the trails of young love armed with warnings
and doubts. Curiosity gives remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy and a girl
travelling down a very long road with no regards for the consequences. Everlasting
weather romances ends for all kinds of reasons but when all is said and done
they have one thing in common : They
are shooting stars - A spectacular moment of light in the heaven, a fleeting
glimpse of eternity and in a flash they are gone.
She came into my life like a sudden flame blazing and streaming into my heart. I used to wake up all the night contemplating certain agony that I knew would be mine if I were to lose her twice.
Somewhere down the line we meet or see would
remind how we spent summer, winter, spring and the monsoon together beneath the
same building, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is a
kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more that plants a fire in
our heart and brings peace to our mind and heart and that what you have given me,
That’s what I’d hope to give to you forever.
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