A love letter to Miranda.......

(begging excuses from Hillaire Beloc for the enticing name, Miranda!!)


"When you are sad over something, I cannot solve your problems, but I can distract you with lots of love.. I can see you smiling, a smile as fresh as the sun shining among dark monsoon clouds after a downpour ... On the days when you are not around, I miss you to the extent of loneliness. The city appears abandoned, the streets look dull. 

A request if yours truly is allowed to make one, for sometimes requests are often burden wrapped in a flowery wrapping paper ..If possible do not leave me, not for sympathy that it will destroy me; but somehow leaves will lose some of its chlorophyll pigments and appear less greener, a bird’s chirping may become cacophony, music may be noise, books may become textbook, poems may mean a foolish waste of time..

You can spread happiness dear ... I can almost see the flowers blossoming behind you as you walk in the tree lined lane that leads to my home.. 

Fleeing emotions can propel you to share a cup of coffee with someone and part with a few gifts according to convenience, but love makes you wander aimlessly in roads, looking for lost villages and pretty roadside houses.. 

You may ask me, why I believe that this emotion is love. Do I really know what love means? May be YES. 

Love is when I saw you losing control of your life in a little way, beyond the veil of contentment that surrounded you. Love is not about the fear of losing; love is when I dare to set you free, for your own good. Love demands action sometimes ...It gives you courage, it gives defiance ...I felt it ..

I may not have remembered your birthday, but I felt a strange pang every time I crossed the spot where you stood waiting for the school bus in your blue skirt with your three friends besides you..

It was love when I knew that you lied to me, but still wanted to believe you ..
It was love when the whole world dismissed you as a fallen one but I still believed that you intended no harm ...I loved you even when you had robbed me of my last straw ...

It is love because when my friends joked about you, I somehow didn't enjoy ...I couldn't dismiss your eyes which I considered pretty as a sign of deceit...

It was love when I felt the pain when you appeared foolish sharing your deep emotions with a stupid classmate….

There may be greater lovers and there may be still greater poets; but many people cannot express. Better love stories exist in real life, but they are not written, for they cannot be a bestseller, for the world around will not understand….

For, sometimes, love is not in words and expressions..Many a times it is in silence...