Some Ulta Pulta

It was long after we had separated from each other, being in a blissful accord of marriage. I happen to come across a painting that was put up for sale in the café, where I use to come after my working hours. Coming here was a different feeling altogether, it felt as if I am away from the weird world which exist to not to exist. There was a certain kind of connection which I sensed whenever I am here, it was like someone might have awaken my soul from the crowd of soulless realm.  So I asked Abhijeet, the cashier how come this painting here and that too for sale. He told me it was of a customer who was a regular and had dues to be cleared off, for which the painting acts as surety. Out of my eccentricity, I asked for the price and what I was told was nothing compared to the beauty of the painting. Just twelve thousand and seven hundred, I cross checked but it was certain. By the time I had got my regular coffee which I took to the habituated corner table of mine, I felt so immerse

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 completel