Words like almost, nearly, hardly, apparently have almost always fascinated me! Ambiguity and uncertainty in life nearly kills me though! I hardly understand why this enthrallment. Apparently the tinge of vagueness and non-fulfillment does the trick!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
She turned in her bed as the morning rays shone on her puffed-up eyes! She pulled the blanket to cover her ears to relish the warmth. It was windy. Bending at her knees she clutched on to the pillow pulling it close enough making her securely comforted. She didn't want him. She wanted to be with the man she wanted him to be at the moment - a man who he almost was. But with the golden drops of the sun, beneath the cuddle of the blanket she wanted him only with a dash of seasoning on, to make the perfect sundae ever!
She never wanted him perfect! Wanted to indulge her taste buds to savour the mouth-watering taste of building and re-building her man again and again with her own brush, painting and re-constructing him every moment! Winter mornings made her paint him in bright shades of Gold while lazy Sundays urged her to colour him in hues of Olive! Oh, how she loved the neutral shade he was in her mind, waiting for her brush to smear rainbow flakes and play with the man she craved for! Happens to all, does it?
She never wanted him perfect! Wanted to indulge her taste buds to savour the mouth-watering taste of building and re-building her man again and again with her own brush, painting and re-constructing him every moment! Winter mornings made her paint him in bright shades of Gold while lazy Sundays urged her to colour him in hues of Olive! Oh, how she loved the neutral shade he was in her mind, waiting for her brush to smear rainbow flakes and play with the man she craved for! Happens to all, does it?
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