Like many of you, I have been looking at my muse for so many days. Waiting for her to turn around and with a blush on her cheek walk towards me like an old Hindi movie. I look at her and my heart starts to run, and with that uneasy breath, my hands start to tremble. She made me a day-dreamer 'wishing' these dreams were true. These are few of the hundreds of mornings which I have imagined waking up with her - sometimes naughty, sometimes romantic, sometimes just smile and sometimes starting a day with a big fight. Sometimes she waking me up and sometimes I lazily watching her sleeping and turning off all the alarms. Sometimes just waking up and lying arm in arms for hours. Sometimes rushing to the kitchen and preparing breakfast together. Sometimes lying in her lap listening to her reading a newspaper. Sometimes waking her naughtily by hiding all her clothes and the key to the cupboard. Sometimes watering the flowers and each other. Sometimes this & sometimes that. 'Kaash'
in every love we believe, in every war that we weave, 'Samar' is in everyone's eve...