I could get only a glimpse of her. In the backdrop of blazing light a fleeting shadow. But, this shadow was not hollow. If one could only touch it, a purpose was hidden there, for a tender heart: to fill in it colour of one's own fire, to chisel features to one's own desire, and outline the shape to one's own perfection. A shadow, every heart got yearning for but no eye. My heart saw it. To heart, that pours gift of light in to eyes but lives in the darkness of chest, this shadow was most beautiful thing. A mellow darkness in the midst of blinding light where it could live and bleed till it is extinguished by death and yet remain eternally preserved in the layers and layers of buried passion of those saddest eyes. To ooze out on to the world in that crescent moon smile; below those sad eyes a smile that felt like a gash in the body of dark night, bleeding silver. In there my heart saw another abode. A better home than me, and took off. Never to return.
-Pulastya
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