We were young like the tender sprouts of summer,vibrant with life.And we were in love.
I remember you took me there years ago,pledging to spend our lives together.Away from the crowd,away from all obstacles.Just you and me.
There where the fairies live.
My mornings would start with your tender lips on my forehead,planting kisses as I woke up from sleep.I used to brighten up every time I tied my hair with those colourful wild flowers you used to pluck for me from the riverside.
Every morning.
I still remember the way you used to play your flute,resonating the melody all through out the forest.Nights were full of warmth under the starry skies,where I would sing you to sleep.
Yes,We didn't have much money but our heart were rich,adorned with our love for each other.And just beside the forest,you built me a home.A mud house.Small,but it was ours.
Maybe our story remained unfinished that time.And so,here I come back,again and again,finding back the traces of the lost melody of a broken flute,searching my way back to you .
There where the fairies live....



© Ananya