*She was a writer* Writing was something she was really passionate about. Shed write about anything and everything. She never wrote lies and I can say that with no doubt. When she used to hold her pen to write down something, Id just stare at her and thank the Lord for such a beautiful blessing. Its magical to fall in love with a writer. Theyll never make you feel that in this battle of life you are the only fighter. Thats the thing about writers. With their beautiful words, they make each morning brighter and I was very lucky indeed. She was ready to bleed words of love for me. I was ready to be there for her whenever in need. We both fulfilled each others greed. We both promised that together a happy life is what we would lead. Oh, but I was unaware about how every night when I was asleep, shed pray to the Lord to not call her to the heavens too soon. Oh, but I was unaware about her disease for such a long time. Why didnt you tell me earlier? I asked her , as she now lay on her death bed looking so pale and weak. But all she replied was, Hey! Dont cry ,please? I held her hands, which now felt so cold. Then for the very last time, she said, I love you. And then she was declared dead. I believed them, until I went back home to find her letters waiting for me. As the days passed by , she was still by my side. Crazy lady! Shed written a thousands of letters for me and funny how each of them ended with - Smile you fool, enough with your tears, I am still here, I havent died. ~ Raumesha Zakariya #TAWfanarchy
Posted on: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 09:30:00 +0000
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