Missing someone is such a pain. It leaves you with spongy eyes. And a series of sleepless nights. What am I running away from? I don’t think I’ll escape these thoughts. Or ever escape from you. Tiny grains of your character, flashes of your smile, your peculiarities, unrestrained talks, your blemishes and moments of spark, everything has assimilated into me how colors once blended cannot be separated back. They form a composite shade of something new. I am not the same. I guess, now, I am a composite tone of you. Yes, my tints might have affected your contour as well. But I’ll not let it be my concern anymore. I wouldn’t cringe or beam at the thought of you. I would just be, the newer me.
What a great post touching my heart somewhere deep inside and feel for you dear. Wow!
Thank you Parveen! 🙂
Just it all white and start over !
Just paint the canvas with white and start over !
🙂 i don’t quite know how that is done!
Well I think you are already doing that, if no, I am there to help you.
Oh well..mm thanks..!
This is such a beautiful piece.
Maybe a newer you means a newer.more creative tone 🙂
Well the way you put it definitely sounds more assuring..thanks Aditi..:)!