The Recherchè Paramour As I removed the dry leaves covering your grave, reading your name made me remember your words, "I want you to write our story" were the words that protruded from your mouth, when you realized that I was running out of ideas about what to write. (Read full in caption) As I sit close to your residing place, I put my the flowers I had brought for you, your favorite ones- "The Orchids". I pulled out the book I wrote on your insistence, read each and every intricate details of our journey we shared in this mirage called LIFE. I vividly remember the moment when you sit on my lap and asked me to write a book on our journey of togetherness. This made me numb for a moment, for I couldn't understand the reason of your plea, but my blind love for you, probed to me inscribe, unaware of the fact that, this was going to be the last moment we will be spending together, for I didn't know that you were going to break away the chains of life. As I finished reading our journey in words, tears started running out of my eyes, and I imagined how happy you would be if you were here listening to our story of life. With a heavy heart, I muster myself and gathered myself to go away, but stopped in my tracks, for I wanted to kiss your grave and if you were listening, tell you that- I miss you in every moment of my life.
