He came striding against the sunlight in slo-mo against a thumping ‘Hud., Hud’ score and I knew I loved him again…you know that feeling…when you have loved with the gush of first love, heart beating at every phone ring, blushing-by-his-mere-mention type of love everyone scorns but secretly wishes for…and then you grow up and become all like a dry leaf with a stone for a heart pretending to be ‘mature’ but one day you meet that guy who made you understand the magic of spring…he looks different but that boyish charm is still there and you don’t know if he has changed…or forgotten…and you don’t know if you have forgiven…but then he smiles and you smile back and in that moment you love him again…a different kind of love that will remain and will now keep beating silently next to your heart asking for nothing…Well, I got carried away there, but you understand. Yes, I was back in love. With that kind of love.
Not my words. But mine. In a way.
11 comments:
Mine too. :-)
I hope ur not talking about Salman Khan in Dabangg here,.....
Mine too. :-)
[nikhil]
Not me. Havent even watched the movie yet. Want to, though.
[Anon, ted]
:)
Very nicely put. Very beautifully put.
it does look like you're talking about Salman from Dabangg here! or whoever wrote the piece was
back in love k sath bhi 'was'
:(
sad
so ms. Phoenix... Yes... In that moment, you love him again :-).... Beautifully put...And I am liking it even more as I am just done watching Sleepless in Seattle :-)...
Visited your blog after ages... And I must say, impressive layout... Lively!!... Keep writing!
Beautiful!!
however bitter the first goodbye might have been, one never quite gets over first love, i think...
lovely post...
In a candid confession I hope to never meet that man who evoked that love, ever again, hate is a much easier emotion
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