Krishnachura...My Love...
The incessant rains. Kolkata. My city. Every time the rains bathe you I fall for you again...and again...and again. And every time I fall for you, I ask myself why...why do I love you so much? What do I get from this strange relationship we share? Where does this go? What brings me back to you everytime I try to flee?
No idea...No clue. And all I get from you is silence.
I woke up to a beautiful rain-drenched morning yesterday. The sound of rains...like music to my ears. A wonderful day unfolding before me. As I walked out of the house, I knew I wanted to drink in the city I am in love with. Drink with my eyes. Drink with my soul. I did not want to think of anything else, anyone else. I was on a date with my city...no interference please.
The rains blurred my vision. And then you caught my eye. A lone Krishnachura in the distance...calm, composed and serene...the rains washing every inch of you bit by bit by bit... The red-head.
For a glimpse of that red-head every day for the rest of my life, I'd give anything. No matter what. Krishnachura, my love, you are the reason why I feel that I belong to this city. Not that I wouldn't find you anywhere else on earth...but because, some illogical idiot in me is convinced that you wouldn't be the same elsewhere. My love needs no other reason my red-head... let the rains drench you...and let me drink in your beauty. Let this moment freeze in time forever. Our strange love story...which has no rhyme, nor reason, no logic, nor destination...
Lots of love and madness...
The idiot illogical me.
No idea...No clue. And all I get from you is silence.
I woke up to a beautiful rain-drenched morning yesterday. The sound of rains...like music to my ears. A wonderful day unfolding before me. As I walked out of the house, I knew I wanted to drink in the city I am in love with. Drink with my eyes. Drink with my soul. I did not want to think of anything else, anyone else. I was on a date with my city...no interference please.
The rains blurred my vision. And then you caught my eye. A lone Krishnachura in the distance...calm, composed and serene...the rains washing every inch of you bit by bit by bit... The red-head.
For a glimpse of that red-head every day for the rest of my life, I'd give anything. No matter what. Krishnachura, my love, you are the reason why I feel that I belong to this city. Not that I wouldn't find you anywhere else on earth...but because, some illogical idiot in me is convinced that you wouldn't be the same elsewhere. My love needs no other reason my red-head... let the rains drench you...and let me drink in your beauty. Let this moment freeze in time forever. Our strange love story...which has no rhyme, nor reason, no logic, nor destination...
Lots of love and madness...
The idiot illogical me.
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