If you asked me if I believe in love stories or not, I wouldn’t say no. I can write a whole book on why love can be your sweetest muse. Perhaps, it’s all but permanent. However, I would like to pen down something really different today. Something real. Something deep.
It was a cool summer night, the time just after a beautiful pour. I stood near the window by the staircase where I keenly observed how beautiful nature is and how some of us simply fail to acknowledge its serenity! And while I looked at the endless spell of the dim lights running through the dense trees and the light reflecting on the grasses, and the breeze touching my body, I felt a new zeal invoking me. Then there was this familiar voice- intriguing, captive and appealing. It was like peanut butter or say like honey coated dark chocolate or just a real human voice that I’m fond of; it’s difficult to describe. The voice pulled in an urge to never lose a moment there.
The time of our lives is hard to be defined but trust me when the silence between two people works like magic even after years, that’s something worth being happy with damp eyes.