Lootera — Zinda Hoon Yaar (Amit Trivedi)
Her beautiful, beautiful lipstickless lips.
Our unprepared, bewildered april k.i.s.s.
The soft tenderness of her skin, specially the neck, palms and the fingertips.
Gentle, those right amount of summer sun beams gracing, warming our f.l.e.s.h.
Quiet, metaphorical buddha behind us. Bemused I, but blessed.
Truth be told — it never occured to me ever, but I lose the sense of time when I am with her.
I love her, I love her for as long as I will have air in my lungs, beats in my heart, winds in my sail and ….