(Finally the figment of her imagination is real !!!)
If anything
splendid and beautiful could have ever happened in her life it is definitely
the very feeling of walking into the purple land. The land of orchids holding
those reassuring hands. His fingers caressing through her locks when she is
lugubrious. His composure embracing her often splenetic rather cantankerous
self. His silence gulping her incessant gabble. His candour winning her heart
and Oh! his peevish philanthropy. A pellucid character, the man of her phantasm
is now real, loving her invariably, selflessly and incessantly.
The chimes of
the bells ,the chirping birds n even the cacophony around sounds so musical and
the zephyr just kissing her face ,passes away whispering into her ears a name,
the name of her “subtle love".
