Autumn – I can’t wait

One of my loveliest seasons – Autum – This season brings me out to enjoy the colors of nature around – it makes me fall into love time and again with flowers, artistic nature providing me aesthetic pleasure – the bliss 🙂

How my rosy cheeks over your touch resembles this Peach Blossom -- :)

How my rosy cheeks over your touch resembles this Peach Blossom — 🙂


How you stand distinct among thousand souls ?

How you stand distinct among thousand souls ?

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Echoes of the Soul – II

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master

Line by line you read my mind like a magic that I want to master sometime in my life – yes just to read your mind

The reading of mind:

We are growing envious of each other. Envying each other of the quality of this intuitiveness we have developed for us -: like a mobile app these days! In the mazes of our mind we walk – and the game here is finding the correct path in which we are master now- you are walking to find a way for me and I walk for you to show you the way. The network of souls guides us – the belief guides us and art of deduction of our thoughts shows us the path. You are the replica of my five senses and if I ever have the sixth one too- you are its replica again. What my senses do is what your senses act or react to. What I think is what you feel, what I am about to say to you so excitingly- is what you just tell me and I eschew it – but you make me say it again – knowing how pugnacious I am and the reason is only to spread my lips to make me smile. We both have stopped voicing the emotions of our mind- they come up impromptu – so strange. I turn rapacious for our soul chat. I want it more. This connection of soul is so rare and all these years I realized that I have been yearning for it.

I start prattling about me, my crushes, my loves, my painted nails, my clipped hairs, my new pink dress, my jingling hands and my painted palms- there is agility in your eyes because you are confused how to react over my puerility.  To my surprise, you don’t consider it to be puerile but  turn yourself feminine, like my Ama (mom) to understand it. You want to see me perfect in my favorite attire and you imagine it with the same excitement as of mine and you conclude to call me the most beautiful woman in the whole world. You don’t criticize me for being so “womanly” like other regard this kind of talk as “feminine”. You say this is the part of me – which you can never be and you appreciate it with your whole heart. And I turn masculine for you when you start talking about your masculine identity, its demanding nature and how it drags your whole attention to something that doesn’t make you happy. The masculine power you are supposed to have, the duties you need to perform, and the stresses you need to take. I understand your limitations that are just because of your masculinity. Thus, you are my feminine part and I am your masculine half. Continue reading