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When words aren't necessary, when every other tangible thing is secondary, when someone discovers themselves in the eyes of another, their reflection dancing in the eyes of 'the one' for them, their picture epitomized in the gaze of the person standing right there; today was that moment between Manik Malhothra and Nandini murthy, the moment when in each other, they found themselves .
These two and the electricity between them just flowing, like the serene movement of a river, a stream, whispering the songs of silence into each other's eyes, ears, and senses, listening to the voice of the unsaid, feeling the connection which binds them together in a knot, which is more gripping than anything else. What do you call something like that? What do you say after something like that?
When he sang for her, time just listened to them, just stared at them, when his finger touched his instrument, and she reacted to the contact, time giggled. When they kissed each other, time danced the happy dance in ecstasy, and when they got lost into each other's eyes, it became a dream. And time stood still, blazed, sizzled, burned, smiled, and silence spoke, told tales that no words would have done justice to, sang the songs of bliss.
He couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his powerful stare, they just stood there, gazing into the oceans of each other's eyes, filling their senses with each other, they were writing their own story there, then, their fairytale, our dream; and the moment halted. It came and went with a blink of the eye, but left its mark on the hearts of these two, and ours.
Was it a dream? Was it reality? Or was it that beautiful fairytale again?
As long as he continues to be, as long as she exists, he's going to pursue her with all his heart, his intentions may encompass a thousand faces, but his heart is always going to sing its own song, it is always going to crave for that lady called Nandini murthy.
These two and the electricity between them just flowing, like the serene movement of a river, a stream, whispering the songs of silence into each other's eyes, ears, and senses, listening to the voice of the unsaid, feeling the connection which binds them together in a knot, which is more gripping than anything else. What do you call something like that? What do you say after something like that?
When he sang for her, time just listened to them, just stared at them, when his finger touched his instrument, and she reacted to the contact, time giggled. When they kissed each other, time danced the happy dance in ecstasy, and when they got lost into each other's eyes, it became a dream. And time stood still, blazed, sizzled, burned, smiled, and silence spoke, told tales that no words would have done justice to, sang the songs of bliss.
He couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his powerful stare, they just stood there, gazing into the oceans of each other's eyes, filling their senses with each other, they were writing their own story there, then, their fairytale, our dream; and the moment halted. It came and went with a blink of the eye, but left its mark on the hearts of these two, and ours.
Was it a dream? Was it reality? Or was it that beautiful fairytale again?
As long as he continues to be, as long as she exists, he's going to pursue her with all his heart, his intentions may encompass a thousand faces, but his heart is always going to sing its own song, it is always going to crave for that lady called Nandini murthy.
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