My retrospective review is going on.
Extract…
I was remembering his wonderful kind eyes. Tender glance. Fluffy eyelashes. His eyes have colour of strong tea. And in the sun, like then, in the mountains of Nainital, they’re goldish and transparent. Like tea with honey. Sunny honey… runs through your days… through your eyes… my beloved one, my eternally young angel with blue wings. I just want to tell you that everything is unimportant when you’re around, when you cover me and hide me in the ring of your hands. My sunny one, my wonder, call me with you, fly me high, I’m all yours, you know that. Yours only. With you only. Always.
God, I love him so much. Thank You for him. Guard him. I want him to be all right. Guard both of us, our families, our friends.
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