to my distant stranger
Hi...
It pains to see my friend in agony and pain. Hence this letter after a long gap.
Perfumes were never meant for her. Nothing could beat the enigmatic raw smell of her body. All artificial things in this world seemed like dead entities with no life and energy in it. She devoured the raw with all its bitter sweetness...except one...the feeling of love - to be loved and to love...
Perfumes reminded of her first love in life. The first before all those innumerable love in her life. She always said first love was intoxicating. It was unknown and she explored the nuances of love. She said it was overpowering rather overwhelming. For the first time she talked to me shamelessly about her body and sensuality. It was pure and raw...inane feeling but she was the happiest person on earth. She was carried away with the scent of intoxicating perfumes which was never meant for her.
Can love be so selfish? But why? Why do people have to make love tied up in a wed lock? Is it that the feeling of love cannot go beyond physicality and all man-made rules? I always wonder how does it work in the world of animals and birds...apparently they dont have weddings and pre-conditions...But he had. Her first love. He wished to own the love and her body but she was far beyond an entity. And may be there was a time when she couldn't endure the suffocative pangs of love any more. Bitter sweet it was...She didn't want to let it go. Letting go is indeed difficult and painful....
Regards
N
Hi...
It pains to see my friend in agony and pain. Hence this letter after a long gap.
Perfumes were never meant for her. Nothing could beat the enigmatic raw smell of her body. All artificial things in this world seemed like dead entities with no life and energy in it. She devoured the raw with all its bitter sweetness...except one...the feeling of love - to be loved and to love...
Perfumes reminded of her first love in life. The first before all those innumerable love in her life. She always said first love was intoxicating. It was unknown and she explored the nuances of love. She said it was overpowering rather overwhelming. For the first time she talked to me shamelessly about her body and sensuality. It was pure and raw...inane feeling but she was the happiest person on earth. She was carried away with the scent of intoxicating perfumes which was never meant for her.
Can love be so selfish? But why? Why do people have to make love tied up in a wed lock? Is it that the feeling of love cannot go beyond physicality and all man-made rules? I always wonder how does it work in the world of animals and birds...apparently they dont have weddings and pre-conditions...But he had. Her first love. He wished to own the love and her body but she was far beyond an entity. And may be there was a time when she couldn't endure the suffocative pangs of love any more. Bitter sweet it was...She didn't want to let it go. Letting go is indeed difficult and painful....
Regards
N
