Dear

If years after I will tend to forget you somehow or there won’t be any of us left, I want everyone to remember you, I want them to remind me that how my thoughts flowed as ink when –

I penned you as beautiful.

Imagine something warm,delicate, and joyous, for me your presence was all that.

Imagine something strong yet soft, a bit miserable but a heart full of kindness,for me you were the reason to believe how  just enough can be more than sufficient.

I would love to call you a painter, an artist who knows how to gently stroke a paintbrush with not an inch out of line, you were the reason to believe,love is always respectful.

Oh!! You are more than beautiful, more than perfect. I fall short of words when I describe you so I will write you as my colors, flowers, moon and stars.

Rohit.