Letters to India
Thank you for beautiful nights under the Delhian moon. Though we had tried to savour it and make it last, our rainbow moments have become a memory of the now unspoken past… mystical nights had ended too soon.
I still think about the days we had dreamt into the twilight skies above, of our wonderful adventures as we had explored the city of the seven, touring historic wonders, growing… falling hopelessly in love.
My lips, now kiss the ashes of our incinerated tomorrow and I rub my fingers in the dust that disintegrated from the moment of us and I try not to cry or give in to this unending sorrow.
Maybe one day, we will once again, under an Indie sky, be holding hands and love each other and have our forever… in beautiful moments in timeless sands.