12.55AM - Happy X-Mas, Pooja. Everything will be fine. I will pray for you, and you will get over this darkest time very soon, i promise. And you already know, i never make any false promise. Right? - of course, i am.
There's nothing more darkest than spending the night without her, & keep thinking of her sitting & laying next to you talking & smiling or better staying online on WhatsApp sending you her texts covered with an every touche of her undeniable fragrances blessed & smooched by Love Goddesses. Like a sky becomes unknown & unidentified without having "Golden Sparrow" soaring thro' linen clouds; & sun forgets how to shine leaving moon unbrighten on nights & stars, unstarring up in the skies, the heart becomes unbeatable with unrecognisable its beats seeing her not coming online anymore neither sending you anymore texts. Everything becomes unaccustomed to you even your own time, esp. when you are laying on the same bed, under same blanket on night, & your wall clock tick-toks; click-cloks showing u its same minutes, but why its moments become this controversial to one's mind - so difficult & economical to be recognised & have thy feelings reimbursed again!? And it's the more absurd thing that happens in love to someone when two are left untouched, but their mind unpuzzled; & two hearts, unspoken.
