The vacuum that is left inside my mind every time he leaves, somehow gathers those tiny little moments of togetherness and builds a snowy castle on the lush green surface of heart. Everything freezes as they touch it. Soothing, peaceful and alluring lullaby plays across the mind, like someone's trying to put the heart into sleep for a while, as it's been thumping for too long. That Summer, it felt like Autumn. The usual heat melted before drooling on earth and the crisp cool air prevailed from morning to night. The mellow green was rejuvenated with life like never before. The chirpy green seemed painted in the hues of Autumn. The melancholic hum of nightingale was overpowered by the merry song of cuckoo. The sky was no more bare to the ruthless sun. The cottony clouds were spread unevenly across the sky. I looked at him as he sipped the tea and crooked his brows in amazement. I giggled and he continued. I am never in a hurry when he's around like if the moment will pass I perhaps would still be there watching him for the rest of the day. Whether you call it living in the moment or observing the other half like we see magic, for me it was a sheer joy of loving and being loved at the same time. We took a walk to the garden and noticed the unusual instead of how satisfying the weather was. We were sitting on the stairs and counting the least noticed tiles which were placed one after another to make the pathway. We smiled as we forgot the count in between and blamed each other for distracting. As a tiny little dried flower fell on the ground to kiss our feet, we stood together and took baby steps together towards that one old tree which had, at that time, world's most beautiful flowers without any name. We stood there and the tree kept pouring all its love over us every time the wind blew gently. We, poles apart, yet so much alike! After a while, I looked at him and his eyes, as always, were resting on me. I wonder whether love is really that divine or it is the person who makes it serene. I took a step ahead towards the staircase while he stood still holding the hand, never to leave. I smiled again and took a step back to the place where I made a figment of our memories. As the fingers entwined with affection and trust, together we climbed the stairs of uncertainty and parted the ways with nothing but a smile!
Things went magically insane the very moment someone's presence rejuvenated life back into the dead city of mine. A gush of wind passed by in the wind hushing some symphony of belongingness. I stood still for a while in amusement looking at the way things were around, all of a sudden. The sick old tree beside the lake had tiny green leaves peeping out from the lifeless branch. The heart sighed after a long; the change was for good. It was almost evening and the dark didn't scare me. The lonely cuckoo was duetting with some other bird which I failed to recognize. My world was getting dipped into the leftover of the sunset, all magical and bright. Almost a month passed since that day. Today, the wind reminded me of that time when he arrived with hands full of amusement, restlessness, sparkles and magic. The wind is crisp and soothing, despite all the heated situations in between. May be it's not the city, may be it's not the wind nor even those golden hues. May be it is ...
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