Painting Ch-1

I don’t exactly remember how you look like, there is a blur imaginary memory of yours in my mind. More than the image of yours there is a feel of what you are and who you are? The way you held the hand, clutching of fingers in to the fingers, holding my arm when you walk around, the way you look up to me and see deep down in to my heart through my eyes. One thing I got it for sure, that its pure feel of the one you have, you may not see it, or touch it or hear it but you can always feel it. And that feel is so pure, so true to the thoughts of yours. It’s the soul that connects us nothing else. I have a way to believe all those things, it something that I have experienced over the period of time. This is one of those times when I feel short of words to express what it is all about exactly. People have given their own strange definitions to LOVE, but I’m still not sure whether it is love or not, or whatever it is. It is something that can only be cherished alone. One has to be completely in connection to the soul to feel the way I am feeling. Now I am not even sure of soul. Mystery that what it is. There are things which can’t be expressed, for everything else, its LOVE.

This line is so cheesed from the master card ad but it’s the perfect in the scenario what’s in here. I couldn’t have got a better line to explain it, howsoever people go on lengths to tell their tale. Some write, poetry, some choose memoir while some prefers it to be a novel. I have a very simple and short story to tell, out of the whole big book of life. I have kept it small just because all the other things that goes on is same that you can find anywhere else like in those beautifully written love stories or even from your own life stories. And that’s why I took it from here.

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage......(to be continued)