"I smiled".
Isn't it funny how sometimes you just feel like running away from the world, shutting all the doors around you , cover yourself with your duvet, play the 6 hours long Beethoven pick up one of your favorite book from the pile lying next to your bed and reading it again.
Smiling at those same lines you must have smiled a hundred times.
Those inked pages of black and white seemed to scatter more colorful light than what seemed like the colorful world surrounding me.
Duvet covering me as i read those inked black words , i came across a line and suddenly it made me smile.
This smile wasn't because i loved those line i must have read a hundred times but those lines just reminded me of somebody.
It suddenly took me back to that day, 2 years back same day as today everything around me changed.
He just was there, standing there with his friends, laughing and hitting each other. I really did wonder what was so funny.
I remember how irritated i was with that loud laughter and i remember how i couldn't stop looking at him.
A tall guy with the perfectly sculpted body , black hair fall perfectly over his forehead. I think it really grew more than required.
I smiled remembering how much i wanted to brush my finger through his hair.
Those eyes haunt me still. How i can never forget it, those brown eyes.
Soft yet burning with strong unseen passion.
And for the first time, i could feel my heart racing, my cheeks turning red and ears hot.
"He doesn't even know me, nor do i know him", I thought.
Suddenly a loud sound brought me back to the reality.
"Oh, its just the thunder"
A memory so special. A memory which once brought a smile across my face now bring tears through my eyes.
Its funny i thought,"Wasn't he everything i ever wanted?"
May be i was never good enough for him.
It had all started with,"Hi...ummm, i am sorry" and what a coincident, it ended with "Sorry i don't love you anymore".
2 years back one sorry made me jump around and made me the happiest person alive and 2 years later the same words makes me cry with excruciating pain in my heart. I feel like i can breathe no more. Everything seems to have collapsed around me. All i can hear is the sound of my racing heart.
All i wanted was him i cried.
He came into my life like a devil dressed up like an angle.
Isn't it strange how you feel everything right and perfect when you are in love?
Even when all that person gave you was pain.
I remember how he left me waiting and how i waited the whole night just for a call from him. Just for a single sweet goodnight from him.
I remember how he could spend night with other girls and would tell me how much he enjoyed.
I remembered how i just smiled and told him i was happy if he was.
I remember how he killed me slowly each day with his sweet poison which i drank it thinking it to be an elixir of life.
Now, i believe love only exist on those inked pages. Yes those pages are black and white but its more colorful than the real love people portray .
Love really isn't about the happy times, its about standing by each other when the person is capable of feeling nothing.
These days it really isn't like the old times where when something is broken were mended . Its like replacing the broken with something new, shinning and replacing it again when it wears off.
"........he looked at her and whispered, you are mine"
and all over again i fell in love , this time not with the color but with the crispy pages of inked color and the beautiful gentleman it wrote about.