Saturday, March 12, 2011

The Rain, I Love It

March 12, 2011 / 3:00 AM

Is it too late to call you or... its too early to wake you up??
I don't know, but through out the night I have been accompanied by your memories... missing you.. thinking of you, as if I am still walking with you like that evening of January. That memorable beautiful evening with little rain of winters with cool breeze blowing, playing with your hair, making it to be on your face again and again... as if it is trying to make me to move ahead and remove it. 
Yeah, it was really a beautiful evening. Reading my diary again and again about that evening.
January 2, 2011
"I just had a beautiful evening. I know, I love evenings but it was the most beautiful of all I ever had. An evening that I cannot get out of my head and I would never wish so. Little rain as if showering from the grey of the heavens, small grey clouds rushing past with cool breeze as if the wind has driven them on an endless journey... and close to me was you, the most lovely of all. Who on the earth could be as lucky as me. Your soft hair against your cheek, your eyes, as if I could keep on watching myself in them till and beyond eternity, your  hug so unearthly and my happiness... it was as if I was waiting for these moments........."
- form the pages of Safar-The Journey

5:23 AM
Almost 2 hours... finished with writing my diary.
Yeah, I know, its too late.. but tomorrow, I mean today is Sunday.. so I can have some extra time.. : ) :)
Actually right now I am just loving this moment. I have written something after a long break. Feeling good..

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