December 12, 2012 § 14 Comments
The letter she would write to him
The happy memories they were to create
The curtains she was to choose for their room
The wines they were to collect
The crystal bowls she was to love
The Bayern posters he was to adore
The saree she was to wear for their engagement
The quotes of marriage they were to laugh over
The unconditional love she was to recieve from his parents
The old, old dictionary his paa was to gift her
The home they were to build together.
In minutes it was gone.
Burnt to ashes by the fire they set on it.
Do you still see the memories we
have to make, when you look into my eyes?