As per the register, Shri will be six next week but he was sad. It is the same day Seema Didi, the matron of their orphanage is retiring. She consoled Shri by saying ‘look at that big moon. He will always be there with you whenever you’ll get scared at night’.
He believed her.
That day onwards he never felt alone. Till one night, when the moon failed to rise he stayed up the whole night and even the next day until the dusk; when he saw a lovely crescent shining in the sky.
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He sits with a pen and paper.
And with a blank mindset.
She writes him instead.
He is still holding the moment of togetherness and willing to draft.
She wants him to write more about their meet.
But, he summarizes it with ‘Looking forward to see you again, soon’
For him, She is like an unfinished draft of poem that he keeps editing again and again.
He reads it to her.
It is their own poetic way of being together.
She loves the way he sounds, whenever she thinks of him in silence.
The moment of calmness within them, blurs every other chaos around them.
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I write because to me, words are beautiful.
I stare at the blinking cursor hoping, to find the right words that will describe my thoughts, my feelings for you. It isn’t easy staying in one thought when thousands of words are in a mood to create chaos inside your mind. I was reminded on how truly amazing words can be, and how utterly important they are to who I am.
All I needed to do was breathe, and eventually the right words would have fallen right onto the screen.
I prefer words to be cosy like wool..
Wrapped around, providing the deserving warmth. That I always get with your presence.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the happiness shared around you. I felt you there and I started writing again.
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