Song 77:
And then some days the dawn was brighter than others. Everything was crystal clear. The fog had cleared. There were no ambiguities. No confusions. The early rays of the morning sun itself had given her the unmistakable message. The clouds had dissipated. She no more wanted to fool herself with 'testing' and 'trying'. It would be a waste of time and energies to even look elsewhere. The crooner knew she had found her ultimate soul mate. Her eyes had seen the splendour of his form once. His warmth had left a glow on her face even if her soul was a bit scathed. But then some scars are so appealing. She was ready to live with those scars. As long as he promised to caress them once in a while. As long as he promised to come and renew their warmth again. As long as he would kindle that spark every time she set eyes on him. She was nothing without him. Maybe a vague shadow of herself. Her beauty remained un-encashed without him. She had loved him inside out. Loved every nuance, every expression, every mission he had accomplished. She was smitten by his quietly self-assured manner, the depth of his commitment to issues, the way he walked into a room and started owning it by his sheer presence.
Her life would never be the same again. Yes, there was pain! But at the same time there was so much gain. She did not regret anything. He had given her more than she could have ever asked for. She would forever thank him for all his love, all his warmth, the stamp of his special attention, his special indulgence. She was blessed to be his.
And then some days the dawn was brighter than others. Everything was crystal clear. The fog had cleared. There were no ambiguities. No confusions. The early rays of the morning sun itself had given her the unmistakable message. The clouds had dissipated. She no more wanted to fool herself with 'testing' and 'trying'. It would be a waste of time and energies to even look elsewhere. The crooner knew she had found her ultimate soul mate. Her eyes had seen the splendour of his form once. His warmth had left a glow on her face even if her soul was a bit scathed. But then some scars are so appealing. She was ready to live with those scars. As long as he promised to caress them once in a while. As long as he promised to come and renew their warmth again. As long as he would kindle that spark every time she set eyes on him. She was nothing without him. Maybe a vague shadow of herself. Her beauty remained un-encashed without him. She had loved him inside out. Loved every nuance, every expression, every mission he had accomplished. She was smitten by his quietly self-assured manner, the depth of his commitment to issues, the way he walked into a room and started owning it by his sheer presence.
Her life would never be the same again. Yes, there was pain! But at the same time there was so much gain. She did not regret anything. He had given her more than she could have ever asked for. She would forever thank him for all his love, all his warmth, the stamp of his special attention, his special indulgence. She was blessed to be his.
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