my love writes

There was a dream and some broken strings . Some echoes of love and life quite close to each other but somehow not attached to be fulfilling for a life time ......

an erotic green mountain through my window . i used to wake up in the morning and sit by to observe the emotions of this old mammoth as the day progressed . sometimes a tender and affectionate cloud used to embrace it with love and hide it from the world . some wet days followed.......

Again there was an exhuberant evening . By the lake we sat for a long time with my finger tightly held by him and my head over his shouldersand the champagne bottle lying somewhere almost empty.We were counting the stars . A soft feeling touched me and wet his collars with two drops...

There was a winter night. Outside it was cold and blue. He returned home shivering. His cheeks red and pale. A long time passed by after that and i found myself embraced by him completely hidden with the bonds so strong and warm that a thin quilt was all that we needed ...

On the visit to the love memorial the monsson hit us with the droplets of the first showers. He pulled mey handto take shelter under the tree. The warm breathe from his mostrils came closer to my face . I could feel the scent of his colonge in my body. And there was a gentle hug and a soft pin on my lips ...

Then there was a day when he took me to the maidan. Under the big old tree we sat. For long hours he discussed of stories and books and read me a novel . But by the time he finished i was resting my head on his shoulders when suddenly the soft pain on my lips came back . he kissed me ...

Till someday "he" was nowhere. Though i continued dreaming. Now it seems that the world is in endeavour to help me realise my dream. When i thought of love i thought of falling in love . But he came into my life , tied all the broken strings and tought me to rise in love . Made me literate and raised me to a height to be lovable , to be adored and to be everything i am now .....


this is the content of some pages from the diary of the person who will love me .this would be the dreams of my lover . and these will be the dreams which i would realize for her and make an affair of a lifetime.............