And yet here I am again, the fracture now deepened into a canyon of griefthe only relief coming from the river of memories flowing within. Another Angel in my Sky! I Love You Aai.

A love letter to the scene. God I hate it here sometimes. I miss Mumbai, maajhi raand. I miss the people, the places; the strained pulse of a city that expends more energy into survival than growth. But most of all, I miss the scene.

The Centre of The Universe. So weave a golden blanket around your shivering frame my love,. Reach out into the velvet sky and gently string together the stars. The universe was built to be reflected in your eyes,. Shimmering whirlpools of life and magic telling you that you are safe,. That you are loved by the infinite cosmos that you call your home. As the planets sing their ancient song that sends you to sleep,. Listen for the singing birds at the break of dawn,.

This post has been in the making for a long time now. NOW my family was back together! Allow me to illustrate.

She ached for words of longing. For him to say what she exactly needed to hear. She hoped sometime he would sound like something out of a love story. For the sound of sweet nothings to touch her ears. And melt her down to warm fuzzy feels. She saw them together in the posters of romantic films. She saw them taking walks in the rain. She saw him be a gentleman on a perfect date. She couldnt get any farther from reality.