His Baby Eyes

He had the most adorable baby eyes I had ever seen. Well, may be I had seen a familiar pair before, but not among the people so close by.

"Are you listening to me?" I called him for the third time now. He was playing with his phone, as always.

"Yeaaa... what is it?" He posed an annoyed look that instantly changed into a familiar smile that had gave me a strange sense of belonging.

"You know you have baby eyes", I smiled.

"Ahan", he flashed me a radiant smile. I looked away, smiling, thinking, wondering.

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He lives far off now. He still has those baby eyes. And they still make me smile. ^_^

Her Last Letter

Dear Jonny,

I hope you're doing well. I'm sorry I'm a very selfish person. I do want you to be happy but not too happy so that you start thinking how small I was in your life or forget me. I want you to miss me as much as I did all this time. We don't talk anymore so it's a relief i get to meet you in my dreams. That's the only place I have you with me. May be I will stop dreaming about you soon, the last connection between us will cease to exist and it will be then that I would tell myself I have lost you in this big bad world, lost you amongst so many faces.

I would never get to know how well you did in your career, how successful you became, how handsome you grew with years. Not being connected to you would have one and only one thing good about it and that would be not being able to know you got married to someone else and that you love her. Your words still hurt when you told me you did not give me even a fraction of love you can give to a girl. So, she will get 10 times of what you gave me.. I'm jealous, but I know one thing; she will never be able to know how it would be let you go and eventually lose you. How crying for you is a sweet pain in itself.

I miss those carefree days... the days when our friendship was at its best. Those fights we had over jealousies that made me cry, even that has a certain beauty to it still. I long to have those fights where we always patched up only to make our bond stronger.

I miss you... I hated to hear your voice the other day. You even sounded different; you sounded like you were away all those miles you always were. It was the first time I felt that distance.


... I was just someone you met in this big life, this world full of amazing people. I'm one of those people who come and go, a passer by. And being that, i cant ask for much. Good bye.

Mia.

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She folded the letter she never sent and wondered at the hazy memory and how the tears had stopped. She held it in her hands, feeling the paper with her finger tips, sides creased, evident it had been read and re-read a thousand times over the years. They say God always did what was best. She was stronger and happier. Back then, it seemed impossible she'd ever grow to love again. Fortunately, God had sent someone her way, someone who opened her heart to the world once again and taught it to bloom. Maybe he'd never know... Just.How.Much.

And We Danced

My eyes lit up as he swayed me to the music. In a split second, I discovered the fire in me, lighting up my very existence, with dreams, new possibilites, a new flair... He held my hand softly, and I felt like a painter's masterpiece. It was how I knew arts; art always came from a place within you that was the purest. And it came to you as a gift, something that you not define, but only express, in various forms. He made me feel like a piece of art. I felt like a thousand colors, all bright and beautiful, captivating, mesmerizing, enchanting. The colors that spoke to me each day, I was one of them now; a dazzling red one moment, a soothing blue the other, gentle as white, a sophisticated pink the other, yellow with a tinge of orange like the bright sun, a seductive black, a peaceful green the other... I laughed, and the sound of my laughter broke into a thousand little pieces that he said were like music to his ears, dancing around us, making the rhythms stronger, the air more dreamy. I suddenly knew passion with innocence, the distance that came with being close, knowing yourself completely for a moment, losing yourself to someone the other.