I like to think that I made you up inside my head-much like Plath’s famous Mad Girl. So when the world turned the most beautiful shade of peach during sunset yesterday I knew that in some dusty bylanes of the old city, I met you as you came walking over the dry leaves that crushed under your new shoes. I sat under some nameless tree I think-looking for silkworms in the leaves. And just when I thought that I had made you up inside my head, you touched me-turning me into the most beautiful shade of peach. And we became a part of the dust the sun took away with itself.
I thought it’d be peach again today, but I realised I made that peach up too. So when the sunset turned blue today, I realised that you and I talk only with peach around. And on other days, I’m happy to have you inside my head.
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*Speechless with emotion
I feel more than just 'familiarity' over here.
Breathtaking.pure. One of the best reads in a long time. I am so glad to have you
Lovely. :-)
Lines intersparsed with the smell of a dusty bylane on a distant evening..Kalboisakhi after a scorching midday..and cloudy afternoons which always makes one cry.Mesmerising.In the most quintessential form.
love it, B :) Really needed this to soothe my crazed mind, though in a bittersweet way =/ :)
It's like Love.
"So when the world turned the most beautiful shade of peach during sunset yesterday I knew that in some dusty bylanes of the old city, I met you as you came walking over the dry leaves ...."
Beautiful.I am rather overwhelmed after reading this.
this is awesome! beautiful! overwhelmed..
wow..
spellbound.....can not react
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