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?
hapeens to all, yes!
ReplyDelete“[T]he magic of the Ocean began to have an effect on Haroun. He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different color, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity….”
ReplyDeleteWe all are a part of it....partly or wholely!
doesnt happen to all... beleive me...
ReplyDeletev beautifully written...touchy..Aparna di
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