Augustus Waters, I love you. Okay. Dear Augustus, Augustus, perhaps for some people you're just a story written within the pages of a book.A fictional character who didn't breathe after ink refused to bring the string of words on paper.But for me, you're way beyond a fictional character.You're an emotional rollercoaster of a glass lamp with happiness and emptiness hanging together. I know, you're somewhere out there in different universe swinging on that empty set of chains which used to haunt you.I wonder how people can tag you as a fictional character when for all these years I've lived a different life with you.Augustus, I wish I could meet you someday, and tell you about all the times when I felt the same swing of emptiness within me. Augustus, may be you're sliding on the galaxies of different planets where the sun and the moon have different notions of darkness and glimmer beyond those infinitesimal circles of life - where the little infinity is possible in smallest time, where people find happiness in little details instead of crying over lost verses.
