Yes, you attract what you put out there. It was a fresh new day. During the dark night of my soul, in that red sky of the morning, I smelled the life’s miracle. The reason was, my eyes witnessed that pulchritudinous damsel. She was the drop-dead gorgeous Indian Goddess that fell from the sky.
Is that tune – the smell of the flower on her head ? And Rhythm – my heart beat as my body drew the smell and as it ran into my soul..!
The wishes of my heart and the love of my soul, were never lost anywhere, but in the form sounds of the early morning dance and that is how the day wanted to welcome me.
Who painted the skies red that day ? Who mixed the essence to the misty air? Whoever she is.. she is the queen of seduction .
The excited thoughts ran into my brain , which is at the eight stage of its life cycle, where It takes enterprise for young adults to accomplish their many responsibilities, including finding a home and mate, establishing a family.
The famous saying “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” does seem to reflect the enriched human culture, nature and perceptions of what beautiful is.
Yes, Indian women are the most beautiful in the world. I say that because Indians are a mix of races. India was colonised by invaders and this is where the breeding of the “exotics” began. The average Indian could have Greek, Mongol, Arab, Turkish, Persian, Afghan, Portuguese, French, British, tribal, subcontinent’s original inhabitants, and Central Asian heritage so genetic variation over the centuries make Indians a unique race. Over the centuries, inter-racial marriages resulted in formation of a progeny giving the Indian people best of all races.
But she was the best of all, she was exotic and gorgeous. She was not a typical anything… she was exotically and mystically pure Dravidian Indian.
Why was this women so beautiful and attractive to me? – Her dark beautiful skin tone, the natural tan , the beautiful colour, her beautiful raven black hair, beautiful olive black eyes with spark and glow in her eyes.
Her petite shapely body was closed with silk saree. The sari can make any women exotic.A woman is never sexier than when she is comfortable in her clothes. She floated over an ultra modern Paduka, her toes were decorated with Mehendi. The designs on her sari made any beauty beholder be lost in the sanctuary. She was a wasp-waisted , the Imp-thin and shapely figure was glittering with Kardhani (The waist ornament Kardhani also kwnon as Kamarband) . I yelped at being caught. She had a glossy skin. She had a bouncy personality and a sugary voice, which I adored. Her finger nails were varnished. The Armlet might have been looking good because of the hand that was wearing it. She had a pouting syrup-sweet lips and a joyous personality . Her dainty nose with the Nathni(nose ring) as if the sculpture knew exactly where it has to be placed well, symmetrically. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle’s-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph’s ears and pixie’s nose any better. When she broke into a smile, her beguiling, oyster-white teeth lit up the room.
Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if to invite me over. She was also decorated by her shy which was such an attractive feature. Friendly , polite and accommodative was her natural beauty. She was naturally gifted divine beauty. Filed to perfection, her Venus-red fingernails ran through her nougat-brown hair.
My love over flowed the brim like the boiling milk, as she gazed at me like a fire. She stood like a great painting that day. She forever forms the great beauty novel in my heart. The house of my heart, that private house, she vandalised and now lives inside that and never would leave that place.
That heat of the burning heart , to calm it down to cold, will she hug me?
It takes huge effort to free yourself from memory. Like the smoke that floats in the air , her memories float in my dreams.
Even if it is only for a matter of moments, because those moments bring with them a Love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days.
People say , Feel the love; it is as big and deep as an ocean.
After seeing you, I concluded that love could be a very big affair to afford. But much before I tried to move away from her, the living waters of love had flown over me and now I’m drowning into its sea. I wish somebody rescues me from here and make me realise if this is a paradise or a hell. Life is so magical now and I’m lost into the dream of possessing you. But It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.
So, what does it take to fall in love? Very little, obviously. I think it is also obvious that falling in love has little to do with the person who is loved. It has to do with the person who is falling in love. Even then, it is a matter of timing and circumstances. Two people may meet each other–and pass by each other, only to meet again later on and fall in love—but beyond that it cannot be explained. Certainly, it can be inconvenient.