SiddhantSankar96
Spots of Time.
A Romantic Story.
By
Siddhant Sankar.
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Love is when
two lovers
spend time in a realm
different to the diurnal.
Love is when
you wake up
clueless,
with the birds,
the scenes,
the twirled green
still with the obsolete,
the window view,
the cherubs trilling
like splashing from all about
to being splayed about,
the same light
rekindling new warmths,
love blossoms
when you take her out to walks,
when all are chasing and
getting their money back
in their dreams,
love sprouts
like the fern,
when you run,
catch, release,
run, board, sit,
walk again and
spin yarns by the stream
while brooding over unintelligible things.
Love is magic,
love is real.
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What happens when there's a certain transformation in the transmission of time?
Read an ongoing narrative of a misguided author taking in the reins to transpire a story of love where he finds her only in dismantling.
Dismantling the prejudices, the nuances, the normative and the procedures, in terms to the ways of the world through adopting the masque of different avatars.
Hope the reader reels in to this side of a fountain, imagining how subtly a marble statue could sell sagas.
The theme of the story is ofcourse, time travel. Comments are welcome.
#spotsoftime