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An Illusional Meeting

The steps I hear are the possession of the lady I have desired to meet for a long time. Her texts have mesmerised me since the first interaction. Her simplicity have attracted me in the way a bee is attracted towards a flower. Her sweet texts which were delivered to me, carried the vibes of her exuberance. I have met her in my dreams. I have created her face in my eyes. I have colored her body in ideas and I’ve heard her voice in the texts.

But today, I am going to meet her. Today, I am going to see her and live with her in the moment. She’s coming. The steps are becoming louder and they are synchronised with my heart, the beats’ pace being inversely proportional to the distance between us. That’s the magic of words which was in the texts have left an eternal spell over my heart. As she approaches, the heart has started throbbing faster.

The perfume she uses has filled the surroundings with her aura. I can smell the fragrance attached to her body. I can feel the air coming right after striking her hair.

How am I gonna saw her my face and watch hers’? My mind is full of thoughts and confusions. I can’t really believe this moment. Is she an angel in form of a girl or she is as normal as I am. I’ve prepared the dishes for her. I even have the bouquet to offer her. She is standing right behind me to greet me and I am shivering. My body is up with goosebumps. Tongue is twisted and my heart’s gonna burst. My body is questioning my potential to have a look at her. Will my eyes be capable enough to capture this beautiful gorgeous mess and then will the nerves hold and be able enough to carry them to brain. Oh god. What is this? Wanna know from gods, when I meet them.


Published by Mohit Bhanvariya

I dive deep into the literary pages consisting of proses and poems and then take a plunge towards the politics and days, history of which we are taught. I always look forward to visiting the shores and deepest trenches in everything that my eyes can see, heart and feel and hands could touch. My ears, ahh them. They listen to heartbeats, chirpings, cracklings, soft music, rain drops, tires, tongues, minds and wind.

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