Blazing afternoon and she wearing a blazing blue saree! A sweet smell of mogara she carried everywhere, her hands finding the touch of his body! He called her name “Sangita” just by smelling her mogara scent which she carried that day just like the day he met her for the first time. She slipping towards him and running her fingers over his eyes, nose and lips! He brushing his fingers through her hair and asking her “What makes you so beautiful today?” and she never fails to blush to these words with her sweet curve of her lips. He touches her as if he touches something that can never be touched and kisses her cheeks like a soul kisses a soul. With tears in her eyes she hugs him tight! Holding him as if the moment can be named ‘Forever’
…..and that’s where I held those moments in my eyes making my lips still and eyes wet! Something which was beyond love. He was blind folded and so was she. Blind folded till death yet illuminating eachother’s life by just existing! They took birth with no sight. They can’t even imagine colours, can they? Then how must’ve he imagined her beauty! The love having no colours yet so colourful! That’s when a soul loves a soul, and a soul never forgets that.
// And in that moment i lived infinity
~Gaytri Santosh.
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