Friday, December 14, 2012

She will be loved...

There she was with a pen in her hand writing words on that paper, while I admire the completeness on her of all the incomplete small things.. The beauty is never in the perfectly polished nails or that brilliantly applied kajal, but it is the spark in her eye or the small giggle while she flips the small flick of hair on her face and casually puts it behind her ear. She admires the candle among the thousands of bulbs. How cutely the innocent love filled girl waiting for her dream soul mate to drag her out of the shell and make her giggly ... She waits for those arms which maybe be weak in strength but strong to support her in every extreme mood.. She waits for it being tough for everyone and also herself.. But it is not long before the man of her dreams asks for her hand and pulls her.. The arms where she would want to surrender to the true love she feels.. Closing the eyes to feel that kiss of trust and love.. She waits.. Not endless but in hope... That, she will be loved.. Yes, she will be loved...

Opening her eyes on the early winter morning when the sky is dark and the trees are moving, she glances out of her window with a smile on her face for she knows for sure this will be a pleasant day. The quilt which usually sticks to her and makes her lazy to come out is not able to restrict her today to get her mug of coffee and sit on the chilly floor of the balcony. Her hair is open and the certainly the wind becomes mischievous flirting with her hair throwing it on her face. I wait and wonder what she thinks, maybe nothing in this emotional bliss... There is no noise from the outside world as the peaceful calm inside is relaxed breathing the fresh air and hearing the birds play. There comes the little dog looking for his share of love, rubbing its body to her socks which are still warm as if she has always been so warm and full of love. I sometimes believe these creatures understand love much better than I could ever understand. Or maybe they just don not understand but feel it. The first glaze of sunlight was as if waiting for her to come outside so it would be the first one to wish her good morning. The colour of the skies goes from dark to happy orange as if it is the nature flirting with her, trying to get as much as look of her. The Gods are not letting her go inside by the splendid view they offer her to just sit, admire and smile. Maybe the nature is also in love with her smile.


She dances back inside only to decline to breakfast. Maybe the song in her head is her perfect breakfast to make her so energetic and lively throughout the day. Hugging her mom is her best alibi to skip the scolding her mom had planned. Just like anyone else, her mom couldn’t say a word after the hug. She has super powers but she doesn't believe me. Maybe not! Modest! :P Stay blessed is all I wish ! For she will always be loved...

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