"Have we met each other.... before?"
she asked with rising inflection. He stood silent, silently encasing the inevitable truth. What she remembers, what he knows are just fragments of past in the sphere of reality. Souls plan a meeting much before the bodies have a tryst.
How many lives have been lived, how many days have been chisled to sculpt this magnificence is unknown to mind but not souls.
Soul is a living treasure with treasury reserved for us.
He smiled and said," Perhaps, in your fantasy." Yet it could not overshadow the eyes that demanded the truth.