Just this. Not much.
Imagine if we had never met at that dinnerwhen I cancelled my flight to get to know so many unknown people.
So when you kissed my toes, called me ‘my’ Goddess, harbinger of all that’s good in your life, made love to me gently…
मिल कर तुमसे मुलाक़ात अधूरी रहती है,कहना है बहुत कुछ पर बात अधूरी रहती है.
If at all I were to say, all that I wanted to say. That gets stuck deep somewhere for the fear of ruining the moment….or maybe we don’t have…
It was misfortune, the page unturned, our love was scripted on that unread last page, unbeknownst to us.