I saw her, smiling at me.
And everything froze, right in front of me, around me, time stopped and so did my heartbeat. Was I dead? If death is so beautiful, I am willing to die everyday, every moment over and over.

Can you feel anything after you are dead? Then maybe I wasn't. But trust me, everything behind her became blurry and slowly vanished into the horizon. It was her and the haze. And all I could see was her, smiling at me.

Was she a spellcaster? Or maybe she was the centre of the universe. Everything starts and ends here.

Her dusky skin resembles the cream rose petals,
Her perfectly aligned hair reminds me of the waves of the great Indian ocean.
Her deep black eyes and the sparkle in them are the creation and the death of stars.
Her smile, as bright as the first ray of light on the snow white mountain range.

She is the Cosmos.
I saw her, smiling at me.

Oh I saw her picture in the last page of the book I just read. I think she was smiling at me?

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