Hi I am Abhi and I am****ay. I would try to convey it in colloquial way . I was aghast to see how eccentric my life has unfolded yet dangling with out any umbrage. I write but not in sentence but in emotions. I write not with experience but with moments because I am not cranky but I want to be slothy for them who esoteric. Hope you have a good time. This incident happened with me and effected me profusely . The fragrance in air I felt when I happened to saw her in predawn .It's not about how I meet her instead it's about how she left me and made me cloistered. This blog is nothing of what you would expect but as a first blog I would start with the experience of devastated past. It was 4 years from now on this day she passed away . And before she becomes air and I wonder what would be hers words to resentful me. Here it goes.
Don't cry over me.Don't feel sad for me. Don't you think that I didn't want to stay but I couldn't because I had to go because God needed me more. Don't you think that I didn't Iove you because I did and I always will even from above now Don't cry over me. Don't you forget that now I'm your angel watching over you.. . .
I wonder if she said this if not why I feel this . Even she writes too so do I . But I have nothing to write other than her unsaid postulate thoughts. I don't expect any commiseration or neither do I react to incensed hearts. Realise who is beside you with vast care and be ubiquitous being to her.Hope you have a good sleep in beds of memories.Next post #memoriesofherispleasure.
