Thousand notes of love sitting in the rusted box hidden inside the almirah of old times , An imprint of rose from our first meet, A teardrop when he bid me adieu By the age of 74 , I have seen generations of couples and heard real life love stories . It always gives butterflies in my stomach because love is the horizon where fantasy shaped sky meets the reality shaped sea. I am fortunate enough of having my perfect love story. Back in the 1950s, running along the chaotic streets of UP with crackling sounds of laughter and the swaying of hair along with the rhythm of wind , everything s eemed so good to be true . My childhood was more absorbed in reel life rather than real life. I used to watch romantic movies where the boy gets the girl in the end and they live happily ever after. One usual day I was going back home with my sister when he crossed ...
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