And then you keep staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of you, with a pencil sharpened to perfection. Not because you don't have any thing to write about, but cant figure out how to express what you're feeling.
A young beautiful girl was standing in the middle of the park today, waiting for the raindrops to end her wait. While she was waiting, strong gusty winds were carelessly playing with her beautiful hair. It seemed she had been waiting for rain since a very long time, because not many people wait for the rain like that as if wanting to give water to a dying memory, or love, may be, or having something that needs to be washed away.
For the first time in my life I dint want it rain, I wanted her to stay there, in front of me, forever. The same winds that were playing with her hair, were playing with my memories too. I had seen beauty before as well, but only beauty can't make you fall in love, on the other hand, love can make anyone look beautiful.
And then it started raining, and she stayed there, smiling, caressing her hair. Before I could approach her, I woke up!
Dreams have a funny way of playing with your longing for love..
A young beautiful girl was standing in the middle of the park today, waiting for the raindrops to end her wait. While she was waiting, strong gusty winds were carelessly playing with her beautiful hair. It seemed she had been waiting for rain since a very long time, because not many people wait for the rain like that as if wanting to give water to a dying memory, or love, may be, or having something that needs to be washed away.
For the first time in my life I dint want it rain, I wanted her to stay there, in front of me, forever. The same winds that were playing with her hair, were playing with my memories too. I had seen beauty before as well, but only beauty can't make you fall in love, on the other hand, love can make anyone look beautiful.
And then it started raining, and she stayed there, smiling, caressing her hair. Before I could approach her, I woke up!
Dreams have a funny way of playing with your longing for love..
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