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Uncovering whispers

Isn't it strange how love binds people who are polar opposites! I have always believed love to be a faith which grows deeper each day as it is based on trust and the ability to hold on just like the waves hold on to the sea.

The story is about two love birds who got caught in the web of love. He resembles the morning sunshine, shy yet bold enough to fight past the night's gloom. A deafening silence engulfing his soul. She is a tempest who gave his silence a shattering jolt. And just when the word impossible could have defined the bond they likely could have shared, the word split itself into " I am possible!" and a possibly, "I am possible" love story took birth.

What interests me is the way they stand together,  I have seen them fight, seen them suffer but that suffering has it's beauty of it's own where one cries and the other feels the pain (Okay, that was a cliche!)

I was always attracted towards stories which had pain in the sense that it made it lifelike and worth remembering. Like that of Tezimola, beautiful but equally poignant. Here, the maiden is no tezimola but I see grief in her eyes. She, if a sculpturer is to chisel his way out would carve an elegant looking duchesses out of her but will that be enough to define who she is?

He, if I am to speak about seems to be a confused soul to me who knows to love her but fails to see that love is a liberating force. He can't possibly expect to cage a tempest, can he?

The wind carries whispers of their story to me and as I try to picture them both within a single frame, I see two love birds complementing each other and I try to freeze that moment in my memory. I wish I could somehow translate this picture into reality but that would make my make- believe collide. So, as of now I am still relying on the wind to fetch me news about the love birds and they can't possibly blame the wind until it only whispers me their muffled secrets. The trees, well I guess they can wait. The wind still is being my best friend!

And every story is a journey equally beautiful, who needs an ending when you have a beautiful beginning each day. 😊

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