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Love Letter for Gingerchai

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Words aren’t enough but words are all I have. So I will try and tell you in as many words that will still be grossly inadequate. You make me feel like morning dew! Have you ever noticed that you never see the dew forming? You just know it is there every morning. Green leaves are beautiful. The flowers are lovely. But have you seen what the dew did? It made the green leaves come alive with color. It has made the petals of the flowers sizzle. It created fragrance out of mud. It brought dead things to life. That is what you did to me, you brought me to life.

From the day I came to know you I’ve started loving myself even more. I know that I should be worthy of the appreciation of your eyes. I noticed that the cool stubble on me actually looked ugly. I noticed that a clean shave ensured my face radiated every time I smiled. I hence started to smile a lot. I noticed that every smile of mine was met by a fantastic movement of your lips that would bring the white world within with a mellifluous sound. The laughter of yours is so addictive that I wake up in the middle of the night wondering what made the sound of my alarm so divine. I wake up only to realize it was yet another dream of the face that has been transfixed in my heart which is slowly occupying my conscious and subconscious mind.

It is safe to say, I have been conquered.
I have no power over myself, no desire and nothing can take me higher.
I am lost in deep penance of a certain picture, a certain touch,
a certain fragrance I love so much.
I have been taken down and I accept that without a frown.
In vain I lead a life and call it mine
It has been yours since I knew love divine
Your voice is like a child grinning
oh! Look at me, I am singing!

I have been so lost in a total admiration that it never dawned upon me to see if those deep eyes held a speck that was me. Was there an impression or even a passing thought that recognized me as something? Did those eyes never read what my eyes had to say? It never occurred to my mind that it has to venture a movement of my mouth to express what I feel. How could it? Every time I see her I am just lost in some sweet wonderland and drop to earth only when I stop smelling her fragrance anymore. I am lost in such meditation that nothing on the face of the earth has the will to shake my attention off. But those eyes, they must know. Atleast they must know. If my eyes can talk they must have told a long odyssey of my undying love. But did the other pair of eyes have the ears?

Every day I religiously go and wait at the same place where I can steal a glance at you. I engage in casual conversations enjoying the sweetness of the sound as the breeze plays with your hair. I must admit I haven’t heard most of the things that you said because I was never good at interpreting music. I yearn one day to be able to tell you how you have blown me away. Then things will change. We might get closer and our intimacy will grow stronger. We will exchange each other’s worlds and I will understand how your life is just as normal as mine and how you are just as human as I am. But, I don’t know what it is with my current state? I can actually see a goddess in you who is worthy of undying devotion from someone who worships her dearly. I have been your most faithful devotee.
I swear my undying devotion to you.

See you tomorrow at the same place…..

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