He was suave, constantly spinning yarns out of my wintry thoughts. Braiding vivid imagery of mountains in my head, before I had seen any. Of deodar forests, rain hitting tin roofs, misty meadows and rhododendron trails. He was deeply and irrevocably in love with the passions that lighten my heart. His eyes deep, dark, prepossessing. I coveted to swim unimpeded in the black depths of his eyes. Tracking his sillage beyond the abyss. Our breaths entwined like sleeping serpents underneath the bright sky of infinite possibilities. I remember those gibberish songs that he used to hum. The warmth of his body still rests below the layers of my skin. His words were pure wine, moreish, enthralling and plausible. Like a single thread with many beginnings and with no end in sight. I still find myself filled to the brim with life's most sublime experiences and adventures. Like a little girl in an enchanted forest enjoying a Sufi spin.
Memory : June 15, 2015.
Image : Spin
Sniper : My Camera.
Place : Some enchanting highway (During a road trip).
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