From the pages of her diary.

FROM THE PAGES OF HER DIARY........


"Dear you,
Times like this I want you around but you are the treasure yet to be found. There are wounds yet unborn they pain a lot, there are flowers which are yet to blossom but their fragrance lingers in my soul.
You are not yet gone because you didn’t even arrive and I am always on doorstep looking for you, your bright shining eyes which would equally be longing for mine. Who knows you exist or even not? And who knows If I pick I pick you so there is no pick yet because I am afraid to be wrong. Sometimes I feel waiting is good, like I'll have time to be me without boundations and commitments free as a bird fluttering its wings but sometimes I feel like that's good enough to calm me down. I don't know what my wishes are this bird just doesn't want to fly alone for you can't sail alone all of your life. It is so just complicated to express what I want, strangled and twisted to explain. All through this puzzle what I have understood is I just need you around may for the time being just as a companion as a "traveller-together".
I am not ready for any commitments dear just want you to be around may be just as a friend. A friend whose smile brings life into the dead moreover me to be precise, whose eyes express all magical encoded language of the world, who charges me up, who wraps me around with warmth keeps me safe and protected, who is anxious when I am not around right at the moment this is all I want. Trust me dear when time comes we will have our words committed.
-With all my smiles."


FROM THE PAGES OF HER DIARY.

- VARSHA.