From The Quill

His trembling fingers filled her hairline, unsure of a return as eyes shone. Her steady fingers did his tilak with the same red, and she smiled back. Never before had he felt her heart was braver than his. He won battles with his might. She always managed to rule his heart. ~ Suranya

"But they will think you are mad." He shook his head.  "How will they know? You and I have this secret rendezvous only in the darkest hour of the night." She giggled. "Don't talk aloud. Hush!" He was alarmed. "Okay, tell me, what are we talking about today?"  "I am a mess. I don't know what to feel or do. I don't know which way to choose." She sulked.  "Am I right? Are my feelings right?" "Calm down. Let's sort this out for you. First things first, priorities...." He was composed.  "What will I do without you?" She smiled, admiring him.  "Well, that's the thing, you know, they will all leave, you and I will always have each other's backs." He smiled. "And no one will understand better." She added.  Every night, the Mind and Heart had their own conversation. © Suranya

Sleepless Soul. Perhaps a lonely heart, seeking Answers. Why do people leave? Why do we keep seeking the Perfect thing we want so badly in life? Why do people expect us to change who we are for them? When we meet people, we have no EXPECTATIONS of a friendship, companionship, or Love. With time, a relationship is formed. Perhaps of a Muse and an Admirer, a writer and her words. A joy and the reason behind it. But then EXPECTATIONS knock on the door of a healthy, happy relationship. I'm not talking of Love here. No, I'm not. A friendship. A musing. Or just an exchange of thoughts. Everything and everyone has a separate bond. We start by knowing people. We start expecting and ultimately, finding flaws. None is flawless, are they? But we still seek the Perfect One! And in that road, of finding the perfect muse, companion or perhaps love, we break hearts! We get heartbroken! Set a limit for people. Wishing they were someone else. Trying desperately to fit into the shoes they choose...