Yesterdays hangover..Boring..Tired...i didn’t like morning, very tough to open eyes. open our dreams, seeking for the tiny cloths,shower,and monsoon too..Hooooo
Even I get up at 6 everyday and all I need is love, her smile. I can hear now the mom’s routine”anish woke up its too late”…bath, make up, fudding.. waiting for a travel.
Showers through the window with some magical rahmanism...Yes journey is sweeter when we seated at the window side with her beautiful memories…
When im nearing sir Krishnan Nair gate, mind whispering me..ani, don’t repeat yesterdays. I keep ma hand on the left side of chest...ani can can …
Raining out side melting inside, very romantic one. . two ..Three..Drops..Nobodies watching me im sure, and I moved like baby to the department of love,hate. literacy, politics, and hangover…
I want every single drops to kiss me, touch me.and that’s happened because she is in me..her love . I melted by you..Shy…
Curly haired, lean white, fishy eyed girl.dont know where I fell & lost. the relationship started from her part through ma friend (pash). I thanked him now for the better job he done…thank u da…
She loved rain and suppose me too,its chill,blossemd,perfect,clear and romantic too. every day I begged for a break and breaking are the sweeter part when we are trying to solve..really bitter sweeten
Always she made a tiny place for me to sit beside her,we have some secrets to share about our togetherness.silent lip,speaking eyes,twisted legs,sharpened nails she made a explosion of love…I paused my eyes on the teacher and listened her moments,moments of togetherness.hold ma hand tight,keep ma leg twist,wound me by your nails..ohhhh…you are the reason why this rain?.dont need a slight hug,gentle touch,creamy kiss, just your breath its enough to live in this monsoon world..
