How I met my Angel - A

The past six months had been the real game changer. This was the toughest part in new habitats. Even my skin got adapted to the immense heat... But why can't I !! That was the question encountered the following nights. I was weak enough to fight those queries; so hid in the dark by switching off the lights.. sealed the tiny cracks in window panes just to escape from the outside world. Afraid to replay all the days behind me, easiest part was to hibernate. Whenever I came up with these stuff, he will accompany me.. kisses me softly on my cheeks and flows down with the flow to make pillow wet. Detangling all the nerves to make sense is not an easy job. The facts and figures on one side and the logistics playing its script on the other. Why do I betray myself every single time just to fit in someone's idea of being me! I wished to bleed on my bed so that the next morning can't be real for me. Probably that's when I started asking myself what my heart actually desires. Sipped my breath to test its humidness and heaviness... That was the first time in the long 25 years, I deluged myself with all the compassion I have !!!!!!!!!

The kiss

Late n8..

16 more pages left to read, he thought.
"will complete my reading tomorrow", he said to himself.
Harry closed the book.
He could hear the footsteps. Its nearing him... It seems familiar to him.
He took the pills as he saw Ingrid entering his room.

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"You haven't slept yet?" , she asked.
He smiled.
She stepped forward and reached near the window...
"stars...", she said.
She started counting," 1,2,3.... numerous isn't it Harry?"
"yeah", he said.
She sat near him silently.
They could hear the songs of folks from the valleys.
He grabbed her hands and said,"Your eyes are twinkling more brightly than the stars, mamma".

"Its getting late dear. Try to sleep." she said and started humming his pappa's favourite  lines...
He closed his eyes. Harry feels  like he is drowning in the Pacific. His arms are becoming weak. Ingrid could sense that. She looked at him.His face is becoming pale...
She kissed him on his forehead.
She knew he slept. Slept forever.....

"daddy's little girl"

I have heard so many times.

She is calling him"daddy".

The girl loves him a lot.

Everytime I hear that, my eyes gtes filled. Dont know  WHY !

May be because thats a dream I ever wish to see..