3

This love is what I have been looking for. On the pavements, while walking, on the roadside amidst the still trees standing like I don't know what they want to have. The shadows of the leaves frolick on my nose and my cheeks, as I tilt my head like I am going to look for a jet-plane to leave its trails alongside the clouds. I sigh, as if I am not waiting for someone to come and say that one needs my help. That is the beginning I think, everyone needs a breaking point where someone meets love like one has never met before. Change is one which tells you what it feels when you are alone, but you never give back the rendering as you seem to feel odd when it happens. It begins like how the metal fingers of the clock point in numbers as if they ever end. I have been waiting since I realized that I am definitely waiting. I am waiting like there is someone out there who will come.