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Dear Sue,
Yet another post which leaves me ... Thanks 🤗
🤗 for making this post Sue 🤗
Yet another post which leaves me ... Thanks 🤗
credit for avi: -Cherry-
Sometimes you cannot explain with the limitations of language and inexperience, why and what can cause a sudden, fumbling response in someone else, nor can you put into exact words what you feel about them... but then feel you do. So you resort to the much easier way to reach out.. you express what is repressed or left unspoken...you resort the one thing that best conveys the deep seated silent voices... you resort to touch.
And Manan do it in the most dreamiest way possible.
A touch that speaks volumes and strikes the cord with the heart. In a striking moment the connect is made.In that very touch the canopy of unspoken words is weaved.
And Manan find solace in this very canopy.
A heart warming sensation it is, to be held so gently, to be stared down at with utmost love, to know that someone cares and wouldn't leave your side ever. So when it happens to Manik... the one who has always been deprived of this very luxury, his first instinct is to reach out, to touch that which he think is the doings of his dazed mind. Yet he hope that his yearnings are answered. And as his hands touch her it dawns upon him that her promises are true. She shines for him, at this darkest hour. That she kept him in her prayers. And that she trusts him with every fibre of her being. That she wont let go of him like he won let go of her.
And Manan strike the cords yet again.
And Manan do it in the most dreamiest way possible.
A touch that speaks volumes and strikes the cord with the heart. In a striking moment the connect is made.In that very touch the canopy of unspoken words is weaved.
And Manan find solace in this very canopy.
A heart warming sensation it is, to be held so gently, to be stared down at with utmost love, to know that someone cares and wouldn't leave your side ever. So when it happens to Manik... the one who has always been deprived of this very luxury, his first instinct is to reach out, to touch that which he think is the doings of his dazed mind. Yet he hope that his yearnings are answered. And as his hands touch her it dawns upon him that her promises are true. She shines for him, at this darkest hour. That she kept him in her prayers. And that she trusts him with every fibre of her being. That she wont let go of him like he won let go of her.
And Manan strike the cords yet again.
🤗 for making this post Sue 🤗
Cricket
Udne Ki Aasha
Veer Hanuman
Anupamaa
