Every single breath refuses to leave till it echoes her name.Every single thought declines to end till it sees her smile.
Every single second denies to pass till it gets a glance of her beautiful eyes.
When I read a book, she makes the protagonist secondary.
My thoughts wander in search of her, leaving the book, crossing the high mountains, vast deserts and deep blue oceans.
May be this is what people call Love.
An ambiguous term given to an indescribable feeling.
4 comments:
I wish and hope that you figure out your gal soon from the crowd so that you dont have to wander here and there in her search...
If figured out then i pray that let you make her yours soon so that you could enjoy the books...
Thanks... :)
just like that ezhuthiyata...
Fathima - Will be her name sibs!! ;-)
btw, have you read the story 'love across salt desert' where the protagonist falls in love for a gal Fathima who lives across the border in Pakistan... (No, no this is not connected to your post.. was just reminded of that)
He he... Pathuma or Fathima... thatz waht all says... ;)
Yeah yeah i remem... it was there in our Text book right... It was a nice story... :)
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