#001

A Chapter by hussain

And now things that bind me and her is the knowledge of presence. Some where inside our stoned heart lies a corner unaware and unaffected by the ignominious event between us, still survived by the essence of existence of each other. And in there in my dreams the act has never happened.We still talk and evaluate the humorous self inside us .

I remember the beautiful dream where I had your hand holding mine and through the pathway I took you through . It was a fine winter morning and the sun had just appeared through a thread of light which whipped your face and glowed bright. There were flowers like the one that appears in the painting, tulips bright and yellow, tuned perfectly for the moment.You accepted my words with shying reluctance walking through the narrow passage of this mystic meadows.

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