Sky-the representative of love

Sky recalls us how we fell. Last night was rough, rough enough to sleep lately.as I woke up,clicked "the picture" showing above.I look up to sky and started to have a connection in between.IDK but my soul refreshed with immense pleasure and pain seeing the sun behind those momentary shadows.

She was angry.very much angry.even though,there was no reason behind!but her point of view was strong enough to put a reason on the table.she represented the occupancy to get angry.sometime we look beyond what we want!and because of that without any reluctance told the most urging words that should be said earlier!sorry! Recently, I was doing my keyword researching on the word "sorry" to write an SEO friendly blog. You'll be surprised to hear, the most densely trafficked word it is.!lots of competition behind this single words!

As time went by, The ice has started melting.The words from the other side was smoothen a bit.The sun would shine much more brighter.ah!such a relief.!

The love birds excited to talk as long as their Stomach is cramping with hunger.This subcontinent people born to be sentimental.They react much on the contrary leaving themselves in danger to save the beloved once.This is the vary nature though.In a meantime they give importance to the emotional statement rather than a rational one.

It seems like their love reflects on the sky.Red is the colour of passion I guess , isn't it? hope some day I'll see her in red sari.the traditional dress of every bengali female .even though some women don't like to wear but I fell like it's not a witty verdict to forget about your culture.Recently I read a book named attoporichoy by great bengali writer rabindrinath Tagore. After finishing the book I started to realize it is not wise enough to forget the tradation.It signifies our Identity as well as our pride as a bengali.

Night is very pleasing for mine.I think it hinders our individuality and give us enough space to make a connection with bigger energy. Do you understand what I'm talking about!you may ! I draw a line, an unseen, mystic line though.

At night it is always a happy and pleasing for me to consider her as alive and joyfull.joyfull enough to kiss me and hold me like I'll be vanish if she untie her hand.Her breathe remember as she was sweet child of God who sleep with her mostly trusted person.God mistakenly put so much innocence there.Oh dear I'm melting...
Good night all