They call you pretty!

It all began with a note, 
Slipping through the desks, passing hands with a message, "You are pretty,I think I love you."

Took me minutes to register, what does pretty has to do with love ?

Fitzgerald once said,“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

How do you respond to a confession?
Friend,
Teach me how you tell someone you think you love them but not to that extent to sacrifice your reputation!
But if you can't sacrifice how does it justify that it's love?
Well what kind of love can anyone justify!
And there it goes,
The loop keeps on widening.
Circle within a Circle within a mind of its own.

It all began with the thought!

Well, Does it mean you find me pretty that's why love me or You love me that's why I am pretty?

A day later , I heard her talking ,
They call you pretty, they love you more.
With this the loop widens and my question lingers on.

Fever

Thermometer flashed 103, looks like
The fever has reached the core.
The body shivers,mind enveloped with the question why?
Yesterday, you danced like there was no tomorrow until you realised there aren't going to be any more tomorrows with him.

Today,
Grief has made her sick.

Sadness lingering in her mind has finally found a way to reach her bones.

It's strange the doctor said, grief could make you lose your strength.

Get well soon her agony said, mocking her with a big smirk.



Autumn

It begins in September,
With the rustling of the winds,
A change of weather is felt.

A messages is delivered through the changed course of winds,
Warm summer afternoons are soon going to be replaced with chilly winters sun,
The heat one hates in June will soon be loved in December.

Cold makes us appreciate warmth,
And Chaos - tranquility.
It all begins in September.

The weather of your heart will soon change,
The heat of anguish will soon be disposed of,
The heart which feels lonely will see the green pastures..

Wait, be patient!
For my love December changes to March as well.

40 Rules of Love

Overwhelming is all I can describe the book to be. I finished reading the book few minutes back and I am full of those extremely delicate nuances which not just touched my heart but made my soul sour high. If you haven’t read it yet, you should try savouring this piece of writing with all your might.

Virginia Woolf once said, to keep the flow of words one should indulge in reading . Ironically somehow I have lost words to describe how do I feel.

Have you read something similar to this book? If yes , please do suggest!