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There would come a time when every other thought, every other worry, all the questions, the rationality and the difference between right and wrong fades into the void.  When you would want to surrender your whole life to this one man and be his until forever. And you don't just bump into someone and immediately know he's right for you. But then it could be you standing in with all the majesty before him, most definitely looking ethereal for you know the pulse… you know it when your breath hitches on grasping that this man is the only one on the entire universe to look at you and claim what’s left of your heart. The butterflies that ramble in your gut as you walk down the aisle, the lilac dome that awaits your footsteps, zillion glances that pass by… Is this the beautiful story you breathed in silence all your life? Probably. The threads of the fictitious tales that we weave don’t bind us in, until they are shared, imagined and turn out to be the embellished beginnings o

I try my best to avoid it, to shrug off the topic, to sway her away from this every day, every minute reminder of that hopeless junkie. Do I know him? I do not know him but for the loud, screaming picture of him in her head. Such was their beseeching chemistry . I do not know him. But I do know that his antics make everyone laugh to death. Maybe he is like the eerie silence, trying to trap everyone with his intoxicating self.   Maybe he always has an unspoken mischief playing about his lips. But when he talks… that sight definitely would look like a fantasy, oh buoy! No...No... He doesn’t talk. He shouts as loud as a feverish chimp, letting all his panted emotions out through his shriek. He couldn't even be bothered to act cordial when it is just a few… not even in solitude.   And for her, Do I know her? Well… who else does?   And I say that very proudly. Twitching her hair and pushing a loose fringe behind her ears, pursing her lips and rocking back on her heels. Flut

‘Poles apart’ would be a phrase, yet it defined the irony in their bond perfectly. He was the ‘No’ to all her approvals. He was the acceptance to all her rejections. He was the wake up call to all her trance. He was the leap of faith in all her insanity. He was the conclusion to all her beginnings. He was the extension to all her limits. What more! He was a beautiful story in her ever expanding horizon of thoughts. She could never narrate it and she wondered why. Probably he never gave away anything. Even otherwise she could talk about a whole lot of things under the sun with so much precision but not him. And she wondered why. Maybe love was an oblivious reality.

Have you ever wondered about the existence of an unleashed reality? It could be a daydream, but the world that builds up in the fraction of a second probably when our mind is sound. In the most tranquil hours of the night. Mere dreams would take us to a whole new world that carries tinges of our memory to build an expansion. Vague faces, silenced sound, Isn’t it an alternate universe that we carry for the shortest span? Possibly an existing one? Probably. There could be a boy smirking sadly or a girl laughing about frantically over the moments that we visualize in the mere time. Nevertheless a world faraway truly stands for the bubble that we blow up in our minds. The bubble pricks and the dream shuns. It’s quite amusing to actually envisage the world that rooms for all our wonderful bonds and the mankind to be a bubble of a faraway land. A strong contradiction it would seem, but whatsoever it’s never an offense to build castles in the air over such zillion sparks of mind. After al