Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I was not a born atheist. But the literature I read and the media I got exposed to, made me shun my belief in God and celestial objects. All day I believed that god was just a carved piece of stone used by politicians to garner votes and angels were poets’ creations to embellish their loved ones and seduce them.

It all got lost into thin puff of air... the moment my eyes fancied your beauty in saree.

That was the day when I realized that angels were not mere ladies of mythology but indeed real divine creations that were seldom sent by god to walk on the earth. It was in that very instant that a new sense of inevitable truth dawned upon me - that apart from my mother, there could be this one woman who could indeed be beautiful and graceful at the same time. From then on, no other woman could have me as passionately intrigued as you. That was the moment when I realized... that I loved you so much... truly... deeply... and madly.

The little senses that you henceforth left me with, cajole me to accept that love is more of an emotional bonding spiced up with intermittent dosages of physical attraction. But the instant I saw you draped in the saree, the only thought that loomed my mind was to hug you tight, without even a tiny speck of space between us and kiss you gently, closing my eyes. The very thought of your lips pressed against mine sent a warm current of love - the passion generated in my heart, traversing through my body into yours and finding solace in your honey dipped lips.

But for now...the sight of you adorned in a saree... is like manna from heaven.

I don’t know if angels wear saree... but mine certainly does.