{"id":19,"date":"2008-05-14T11:24:34","date_gmt":"2008-05-14T15:54:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.apostrophicseasons.com\/journal\/?p=19"},"modified":"2008-05-14T11:24:34","modified_gmt":"2008-05-14T15:54:34","slug":"a-dream-beautiful","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pradeepshankar.net\/journal\/2008\/05\/14\/a-dream-beautiful\/","title":{"rendered":"a dream beautiful . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align:center;\">\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"color:silver;\"> <\/span><span style=\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;color:silver;\">Rushing through all over thumping came the adrenaline drift when my super sensory ears fathomed that it\u2019s her. Couldn\u2019t I wait, nor could I hold my breath. She spelled a mojo which made me feel the happiest ever.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"color:silver;\"> <\/span><span style=\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;color:silver;\">Dusky evening breeze ruffled my unkempt hair blossoming aeonian love for my new life. All my virtues bundled up for a sultry embrace. I felt I can start it all over again once more. Early millennium years had brought in sensuous crush into my last years of a sober teenage. I remember those momentous blooms on my face whenever he passed in front of my eye. The aperture of my eyes clicked countless times in those few seconds I saw him passing through the crowded corridors of my college. Every glimpse of him I adore while I hear his voice rushing into my senses. I feel the same titillation even today, at every moment he takes me in his arms. I ever don\u2019t remember my own fragrance for that he has filled me with his forever, which makes me feel the most adored in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"color:silver;\"> <\/span><span style=\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;color:silver;\">He is special, talismanic as ever. From the first day in my college to the first step towards the mantap, from the day he filled me in to the day I ever waited for, every moment is right in front of my eyes. Panoramic it is, glittering with every special moment of my life. Wish I could film it on paper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"color:silver;\"> <\/span><span style=\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;color:silver;\">Like a typical summer evening, twilight welcomed the tiny stars into our balcony. Chilled had gone the breeze, we embraced ourselves with his favourite wool cloak from our mom. Just a few minutes into our dream, a pain shot through my spine. I kept mum. Before I could get relieved, there came another. He sensed that as he does it for every silent peal of mine. Asked I was about the prescribed medicines, I affirmed him of the days\u2019 prescription. He rushed to medical closet and found it as per the plan. Before he came I was down there on the couch struggling to even get up. I could see his calm face disturbed. I tried to contain my expression to an extent, but couldn\u2019t help it prolong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"color:silver;\"> <\/span><span style=\"font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;color:silver;\">Long went the dial to the hospital and before the ring died down, siren rang almost our doorbell. By then, pain had taken a trip all over my body making me nervous as ever. Minutes passed, I was in the middle of team medic. A hand held me so firm as it needed no guess to realise it\u2019s him. I never remembered the time nor the period, but the feelings carried me over every period of my life. Doctors groped as I envisaged unconsciousness. But I was in the sense of all period times and beautiful times I had gone through&#8230; It was the early hours of the morning, it dawned a new life which embraced us with every happiness on the planet. We gave life to our first baby girl, bringing in a new wave which will purl all our wishes into one&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rushing through all over thumping came the adrenaline drift when my super sensory ears fathomed that it\u2019s her. Couldn\u2019t I wait, nor could I hold my breath. She spelled a mojo which made me feel the happiest ever. Dusky evening breeze ruffled my unkempt hair blossoming aeonian love for my new life. 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