You.

"What is your story?",

Is it that what has existed, happened and lived in those 22 years of being or that what you dream of living.

"What is your story?",

The one that emphasizes on the events which play a part, a monologue of own voice , your history or the one that descends down to be lived in, the memories to be made and to be lived upon.

"What is your story?"

The set of deep black eyes, that look at every frame, every movement, every freckle and every expression made by those dark brown eyes asking you once again.

"What is your damn story?"

That inspires you to make one now, to make one with her, to make one for her.
A living lie or a prejudiced truth, Matters of life dependent on love, or the very rules of the society telling me to stop before I breathe in her beauty.

And at that very moment I understood, the longing that cripples my heart in sorrow and her being the reason. makes sorrow worth laughable at.
Her, Her eyes and those ever welcoming soft pink lips calling me out of my pensive bubble.

Yes, I am doomed forever, but this fall feels beautiful! Yes I am doomed by the fact that I can't move a bit enthralled by her and those freckles of distressed formed on her forehead, how I wish I could kiss them goodbye, but I can't.

Here is a story of Kavya and Aanya two way different people meeting at a point of life where new life is awaiting them, but both feel incomplete.

Here is a journey of two women, who go through a turbulence of emotions but can't live those emotions due to the 'Indian Society', India a developing country where relations of heart are now being accepted , relationship without celibacy are now being approved but a concept of love with the same sex? Its still the concept of the West.

Here is a journey of two women.. who find themselves being lost in each other.