We were driving to lonavla one chilly
morning – family and me. As we drove up, away from the pollution of the city,
we slid our windows down. The first wave of frosty air sent shudders down my
spine. I bent ahead, peeped out of the window, my face bearing the brunt of the
passing winds. My hair locks trying to reach out to the blowing winds. It felt
heavenly. Consequently, the effects passed on to the heart. As if it was
melting down. As if it wanted to drain into an ocean. Ocean of love. I knew
where the ocean lied. I closed my eyes expecting him to be there in front of me
when I open them. No external sound to interrupt my thoughts, No worries of
what we left behind, just one wish.
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