The sand was soft and wet I can feel the tickle between my toes. Stars were all around me, it seemed as if they were set free not falling .Under the twilight the water mirrors a still sky, waves were dancing gracefully and softly washing away my feet’s, air was filled with the soft fragrance moment to die for.
I have been here million times, today its toxic may be she is walking me, everything appears snowhite tale.
Feeling is still so fresh on top of my mind when I met her for the first time, that impeccable face, with apple blossom in her hair falling perfectly without her trying, those sparkling eyes make the stars look like they are not shining, there’s not a thing that I would like to change.
I felt being a selfish admirer who would love to tell her everyday she’s so beautiful.
Before I could say anything, she said “we will surely meet again”.
Looking at sparkling sea-green potion, “What is this, why are you giving this to me?”
“This is ambrosia, reflection of your soul, keep it as beautiful as it is, honest, pure, innocent and humble, you have to be an ocean from a drop and it will take you to me.
The moment is gritty and gripping. I can feel the good storm brewing inside me, oblivion to the frenzied pace. No sooner, I realized something rustled on the floor, my legs were getting deep inside and I struggled to take a step further. A different kind of feeling taking control over me, something brutally ripping me apart, something is withdrawing seems another string. She is fading.
....road to perdition has just begun.
