I used to lose myself in them across the office. Work would blur into background noise, deadlines dissolving into nothing, because all I wanted so shamelessly, so completely was to look at you. Just look. As if memorizing your face could somehow make you mine.

It has been months and these past months have been excruciatingly painful, with the heavy heart I finally am ready to confess..

I pick up my phone, I see a text from you. I smile at your message. I feel dizzy so I put the phone away and I go out of my workstation for a walk, thinking about you, your beautiful eyes.

आज सुबह से हल्की हल्की फुहारें पड़ रही थी।बारिश के मौसम में चाय और पकौड़ी का आनंद ही अलग होता है।

Love is blind. Is this phrase true Love is blind?

Love is illogical. How can Love just exist? What is this mystery?

I wake up having seen this magnificent dream as if you are still in my arms, your fragrance still in my hands, your face still in my eyes. Was it all real or just an illusion?

ये बहती हुई सर्द हवाओं की साज़िश है,
तेरी बाँहों में आने की गुज़ारिश है।

You remember small details about me and I think we are getting where I always wanted us to be, to be something more. I feel happy by your little texts and gestures. You say you tend to forget things but you remember all things about me. Or is it just a coincidence?

I look at the balcony on the fifth and I see a couple kissing madly. His hands on her chest, her legs on his, and both wrapped around each other. I take a deep breath and I look at the pool instead. I sit there lost in thoughts about you and how you would hold me just out of the shower and pull me in, as we bathed and kissed. I touch my lips remembering your touch, your lips.