FOR HIM...

For him, she was the moon, we can see it daily..but only in the night. And that’s the irony of all the time, moon can never be the Moon if it would have been making its presence in the daylight..You meet the beauty only in the most ugliest phase of your life and that makes it more adorable, more astonishing. Meeting her was a bright sunshine in the cloudy rainy day when he was all drowned from tip to top in fathoms of loneliness and hopelessness.

Hey, where you are lost…she asked. It’s easier to look at the smile and just smile then taking out what's deep down your  heart has and say how it feels. Nothing…what could be better or more convenient word he would have responded with. 

The time that has always been intangible in the days spent when she was his..with him. Today time is staging it’s all obedience and why not she was still with him but not his anymore. It’s like you have everything in but with hands open.

It wasn’t the first time they have gone for dinner; it was the second time they met for dinner. The first time was chalice full of unpredictable prepossessing days. And this, this was some nanoscopic fling of again unpredictable sign of either each other’s periphery or the re-institution of what that has not been forgotten yet, the love.
to be continued.......

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