Each golden day of our summer vacation was cherished to the fullest, for we had the feeling that each may be our last. So, I thought I need to unleash my memories bit by bit to make a beautiful memoir. It is the tale of one little girl who use to live with her family in a small town which was part of a big country India.

Ramblings by someone who is made of perfections and imperfections, dreams and excuses, and smiles and scars. I could see in the depth of your eyes. Shades of all the cities. I ever dreamt of traveling to. But little did i know of. The lust that lurked beneath all the hues. Not just the lust to make love with my body. But also the one to make love. With all the pain that would wreathe me. When you would drift away from me. Alone, without your arms.

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It is a year since the day his friend started that conversation. Now we are tying the Knot in a months time. It has been a wonderful last year, we have shared almost everything with each other and felt that love blossom. The marriage is on June 6th,2015 and all are invited. On the facebook wall of HIM, I write. He rolled his eyes as to say What the hell! December 9, 2016.

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Gone are those days! I personally believe we all are walking dead; just going through life rather than. And the rest of the mankind.

We talked the whole way back and his enthusiasm only grew. I started to get out of the car and he told me, Thank you for talking to me.

My heart longs for your devotion. Distance sweeps across me like coarse winds across the plain. Agony nestles its way through hollows which become occupied by restless thoughts. A loved heart finds it rest in the heart of its beloved. The true labour of love is the peace it brings amongst its company. When I long for you.