Someone once asked me, to tell him something beautiful. I looked up and pondered for a while. My answer was just a word. Everything. A smile crawled across his face, dismissing the question. If only he knew what everything meant to me. Too vague a question for too vast an answer. It would take me a lifetime to put the beauty I perceive into words. Here’s a figment of that never ending script.
Beauty is that sky lit with millions of stars and a toe-nail shaped moon on a midsummer night with wind howling over my ears and swiftly brushing my hair against my face.
That midnight conversation with my sister about the prismatic shades of life. The uncanny match of our perspectives. The influence we have on each other.
That soft yet cursory kiss that seem to last a lifetime but ceases to exist over a few minutes. The…
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