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The passion of writing made me write this very first blog.

This is the post excerpt.

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“Even life is an illusion until you’ve the guts to execute.”

Photography— mine.


Certain things are full of illusions unless we accomplish them.



I am an exuberant soul who loves to pen down the thoughts that happens to emerge out from my imaginary mind, anywhere, anyhow.
Whatsoever, I like to write about anything and explore places and pictures- then writing about my point of view with them, sharing and emerging the exquisiteness by them.

I Love to denote my feelings over writing.

Writing about anything that comes to my mind.

It could be an essay or article or letter or love-short stories, heartbroken stories and etc.

And I usually do picture text that helps me think what must I write about.

Then, I get enormous ideas and without any delinquent I write it.

And now I will be writing and updating my new blogs here.


—Saumya Tripathi! 

#Sophisticated_me

Love is just not about being intimate! 


Our hands grazed.



I felt a warmth inside my chest; the solemn; the piece fell into place when our hands touched.
The touch wasn’t intimate. It just was supposed to be innocent handshake.
Then, why I felt my heart flutter inside the layers of my epithelium tissues?


‘What’s happened to me?’
I reflected. Finger tips touched at last.


‘What would you have us do, now?’
My conscience rattled. 

Maybe it’s love at first sight. Could it be not?’ The voice deduced.
My heart trotted.

Maybe. Just maybe.

 

—Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me.

Yet another micro tale!

He gazed.

She stared.

Their hands met unconciously like it was bound to happen. Like it was a reflex action. Like they were empty without the other. It met, entwined. Fingers filling the space of one another. Making them whole.

One soft yet another callous. Perhaps it was their unique cosmos that they created for themselves which had no rules; no rationalism; no doubts; no enviousness. Just pure integrity love.


In order to fit themselves in, they created their own little world that had only pure notions and unenforceable and unendable love which existed only in their dictionary. 

As their eyes met, they shimmered just like of stars. Twirling thoughts met as they came closer until no space was left between them.

His large bulky hand came at the back of her head, tugging the hair tie downwards for the immaculate tresses to came apart as his fingers curled in those silky smooth mane, he came to love so much. His enthalled eyes glittered in the mild light of the small lounge as he peered lovingly at her spotless fair face that held something closer to admiration. 

Tugging the untamed tresses behind her ear, he caressed the edge of her head gently. Almost brushing them with affection.

Upon his unseen keen, she pouted while peering at his impassive visage with small frown in her:

‘Why did you do that?’

‘I like it more when it is opened for me pull out those mane the way I like it in my vicious grip,’ he drawled.

And as the result he saw her small frown deepened with her doe like eyes narrowed while his lips curled up into a very small but sure smile at his own grim humour. 

 Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me.

Love so do wonders!

“Is my tulip angry?” He asked in a soft whisper, his voice rang in my ear like a melting ice cream when not got eaten in time.

“No!”
I said indignantly, turning away, but my voice held so much sorrow; so much woe in it that I couldn’t control the slight tremble from my tone.

“What happen, tulip?”
He again inquired with worry lacing in his voice. I could visualize his frowning forehead. But did not turn to face him, nevertheless. How could I tell him that he was the reason of my resentment.

“Tell me, tulip!”
He urged using his favourite endearment for me.
My eyes turned glossy. Lips quivering. However, I did not bulge and he kept cooing till I was in confinement of his arms.

— Saumya Tripathi.

#Sophisticated_me.

Infatuation. Is it?

“It’s just an infatuation. Nothing more nothing less. You will get over it with time.” Nodding, he added, looking straight in her orbicular pools that was brimming with certain tears, “However I will always be here for you!” Upon completion he smiled. Despite the burning ache in his heart, he smiled, showing her his dimpled cheeks that she adored the most. She looked at him with bated breath; a small cute pout on display had his heart pumping like crazy.
“How can you be this sure. It’s so unforseen. Its obtrusively unpredictable! Then how?” Her head bobbed and, with every question has his dark obsidian eyes softened at her whole red face. “I know,” he murmured while tugging her in the tightest hug.

—Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me. 

Love is so beautiful just like the blossoming flowers!

“You know? There isn’t a day you don’t cross my mind!” I said, smiling cheekily.

“Oh, Yeah!” Is that so?”
He replied, narrowing his eyes with a brow raised in suspicion.
Frowning, I pouted, “Why? Don’t you do trust me?” 

Instantly his suspicion was replaced by an evil smirk and he reverberated: “No!”



My frowned deepened as throwing his head back he laughed: a full grown laughter that has melted my anger into a puddle.

I smiled as he laughed.

—Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me. 

Love has its own way. Isn’t?

Picture from— Google.


‘Don’t look at me in that way. 
Either you will go insane or fall in love with me!’ She reveled at his lewd stare making him blink.

Staring deep into her eyes he alluded, ‘What if I already have?’ 

Smirking she insinuated, ‘Then, you better watch out your back!’ Winking without dubious, she patted his back.

With a side looping smile of his own he murmured, ‘We’ll see.’


‘We will definitely.’
Her smirk widened.


If only she could get him to change his ‘We’ll see!’ 

—Saumya Tripathi!

#Sophisticated_me.