A beautiful lie
There was a time when I use to picturize the scene when we ll meet again, I used to think that what I ll say to you? or what to ask to you? which pick up line I should use. Many things used to cross my mind and I only choose those lines which may seem pleasing to you, I try to mold my feelings my emotions in those words in such a way that they may not sound exaggerating to you or make me look desperate. I used to take care of each and every small details which doesn’t fit in the scene. My imaginations, my dreams the only place for me in this world where everything works according to me where I rule even without a throne. The moment your image comes to my mind, everything starts working according to you, you dethroned me even without saying something. I try to feel your emotions what you felt by those lines, by those words, by the emotions I expressed to you. I try to see things from your side , through your vision so that nothing goes wrong. I don’t want my efforts to go...