“Today, when I stand here, alone, on the shores of her thoughts, memories and letters, the echoes of her words tear apart my eardrum, for I shall not hear anything here after,” his lips parted with a sigh. What’s wrong with him? I tried myriads of time to help him to escape from the clutches of her thoughts and memories. To be sincere, we both failed pathetically! I have never seen anyone loving someone like that. I know it’s quite demanding for comprehension. However, we can’t define love in any of the available measures of definition. “I never tried to win her heart ‘cause love is not a means to anything. She said my love for her was a fantasy that I weaved around in the chambers of my memories. The years of suffering, agony and pain became a fairy tale in a fraction of second! Let me laugh at myself. Anand, once you laughed at me and I chased her through the mist.” Yeah, he’s right. Once I laughed at him, and now, I feel pity or sorry or helplessness or what… w
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”