Where are the lovers? The ones who roamed and flew kisses at each passing nightingale; that one who promised me the movies and stilts on the Valentines. I haven’t seen none and I don’t think one would come, instead i called him last night, in my sleep.
His year began with a cold shower last valentines morning, of course it was February, of course it was cold. For many years he dismissed the day of love by saying saint valentines’s mother was a pagan and did not believe in Christ herself, rather was in love with a tree outside her home. So he, my boyfriend decided to love a tree that stood outside their home. You know trees also have gender right! Also because his mother would rebel of even thinking about going outside, once she was walking on a street, and just when she reached at the centre of a four way, she yelled out loud saying I detest this urban theatre, Every one is a clone of the other. Look a likes, inside outside, kept repeating it till a bird shat on her.
My boy left his mother for a school where he found children crushing and tearing a chit that was given to them to call their parents. Later, one of the parent who was a painter came and looked at the terracotta plant pots and said no. They cannot be done. Twenty five years passed. And then one day, just like that somebody complained to the higher authorities about the school running in the park of a society. The notice came and school was shut. On the closing day school organised a reunion inviting all the ex parents where they served them beer, brownie and a pineapple cake.
Chatterjee came smiling and entered the gate that lead him to an excavated site. It was a mound covered partially by a big black polythene which gave it an abandoned look. People said that this was the first ancient people’s home. So ancient that people used to never wear anything. Not even leaves. The sun was setting, when dasgupta turned he decided to photograph a couple who were passionately kissing. They both wore red, the boy in the pants and girl with a short red skirt looked helpless to go after a point. Yet kept pursuing themselves like two snakes rolling up tightly around each other joined by the mouth.
A new constellation arrived above but in between antelope looking formation and my boy were seen many a satellites controlled by the Chinese; they seemed to be planning something and in not many weeks after that a virus arrived and it is said that society came to an unprecedented halt. Everything went quiet. Even those chimneys that i saw exhuming smoke ever since. The last i saw of my boy was when one night he started walking along a pond like a swag, looking at steps going down in the water. He followed them and reached many miles down under water where he met another man named Insane who was talking about light.
I have been sleeping since. And heard him saying only once when he had come close, so close to my eyes and whispered, I love you.
ROAD TO NARA 
Thank you for stopping by Altair – It allows me to discover your site, and so … I am very happy to have discovered you. Barbara
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Pleasure Barbara. Happy to have your words here.
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Such a wonderfully written and heart-stirring story. Thank you for sharing!
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Nadia, lovely to have your words here. Thank you.
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amazing work!
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Hope you are good dear Nancy, Thank you.
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Interesting
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Thanks.
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Very interesting and intriguing
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Thank you Connieda
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Beautiful love story penned down with deep emotion. I believe true love never dies. St Valentine celebration, once a year, cannot encapsulate what lovers hold in their hearts 💞
In short, I enjoyed reading you.
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Anita, delighted to read and have your words here. If you enjoyed ‘The Lovers’, i am certain you will enjoy Road to Nara. Thank you, makes my day today 🙂
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I am intrigued, is this about yourself or just an imagined story culled from real life observations?
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I am there Prithvi. And also are things happened and imagined.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Oh, this is beautifully written ,as always . Bless you NARA.
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Thank you my friend Prithvi. Blessed to have you along here, in company.
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The same goes here.
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Let me see. I will go through it and get back to you. Thanks for coming over.
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What a beautiful story!
Thanks for sharing
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Luisa, thank you.
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❤
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I was hooked on the story, it was amazing.
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So lovely to have you Christin. Thank you.
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This is an awesome work,piece,article,writing..name it ..I’m so impressed 😊👏🏼👏🏼
Thanks for visiting @SHAN’TEL…
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Thank you Shan.
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Hello. Have you been to the actual website recently? I know because some people only do a thing through the reader and they don’t check the actual blog site. However, I am unable to send messages from your actual blog. I can only do so in reader. Would you be kind enough to check the situation? I cannot find the send button inside or outside the message box.
Totally nearsighted so it might be there and I’m just blind but I did everything in my power to try to send a message and I absolutely couldn’t.
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Hey, biscuit. See, now if its working fine !?
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Narayan: checked it and guess what? When I type in the comment I tapped around the box and the comment went through. It means that the “send” text in the comment box must be the same colour as the page. So not resolved but I hope this doesn’t prevent people from commenting on your blog. It’s probably the template but could you pick it up with WordPress? I’m using the Google Chrome app on iPhone. I don’t think that has anything to do with it.
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Okay, i will try and check. Like you, i also heard mailing me about how she strangely cannot post comments. It could be a similar issue, of having same text ‘color’ as the background. Yes i hope and dont think chrome or other apps can do this, yet now at the same time i feel good that you somehow managed to find this strange thing ! At least i can read you and write to you.
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Thank you forgetting back to me. The space for the button is there. But the button itself isn’t showing. Definitely contact the designer of the template through WordPress or something. It’s their responsibility to fix it. Thank you. If you need screen caps let me know. But if you can see the send reply button on your blog and other people can’t see it then I really have no idea what’s causing that problem.
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Beautiful!!
I have a small request to make…please check out my blog when you have time!!😊🤗
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Sure, is there anything specific you want me to look at ?
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Not specifically…anything you choose!!😊😊
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Beautiful
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Thanks David
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Thanks for your like of my post, “The Declaration Of Independence;” I appreciate your kindness.
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Was my pleasure. Thank you.
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You are very welcome.
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As always you have many admirers of your talent. Lovely to hear from you. Thank you for reading my blog.
Joanna
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You have always been kind to me Joanna, and i love your presence as much. It is a pleasure and i will make sure to come over and spend more time to read your writings. Take care Joanna. Will speak soon 🙂
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An intriguing read. I wonder how much fantasy there is in the story?
Joanna
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haha. Joanna if you think its fantasy, then it is 🙂
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I did not think it was a fantasy, since my question. Your answer confirmed it. Thank you.
Joanna
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It wasn’t a fantasy Joanna, but neither it all happened in my presence, but because absence provides imagery and some intuition, i carried it forward from there.
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