Paris is Always a Good Idea

This is something I always dreamt of, sitting on the grass of lush green garden with archaic buildings all around, sipping some hot chocolate, *YOU* sitting next to me and Eiffel tower right in front. And I want to pause the life there.


As you once told me, love is not looking into each others' eyes rather its looking together in the same direction.


And it is a complete bliss if that direction leads to Eiffel tower, what a marvel it is,which looks best after sunset with those lights which can make you stare at them for hours and hours. But one thing is certain, whatever I try and write about it will not suffice the sheer beauty.
So I rest my case here.


Paris was so full of life, with music at every nook and corner of the city with people playing songs on the guitar or violins or saxophone or trumpets or local bands performing here and there selling their CDs or groups performing different dances around the tower with tourists joining them randomly and sketch artists and painters spread all around making sketches of people and making random paintings and what not.


There was some indescribable love in the air. With some couples kissing each other,while others dancing with or without music, few were singing songs loudly, while others sitting on the bench quietly enjoying the beer and smoke, and few others were busy clicking selfies. Even the flora and fauna seems to be drunk in love, with flowers in there full bloom and birds were engulfed in mushy air.


All this and much more which my feeble mind can't make me describe in words, struck me in reverse.


Not that, I was sad or anything.


Rather.


I was happiest than I ever was.
But on a contemplative mood.


And I missed *YOU* honey.
And no one else.
Only you are my one true love and in rest of them I was just trying to seek *YOU* .


One of them talks like *YOU* .
One of them looks like *YOU* .
One of them had same choices like *YOU* .


But, still no one was like *YOU*.
And thinking about anyone else seemed a waste of time.


So, I sipped some more coffee and took a long drag, and thought about *YOU*.


I know *YOU* must be busy raising your kid and loving your better half.


And its not that I want you to come back or anything of that sort.


I am happy in missing *YOU*


"Har ishq ka ek waqt hota hai,
Wo hamara waqt nahi tha,
Par iska ye matlab nahi,
Wo ishq nahi tha...
Wo ishq tha".


Paris made me miss *YOU*.
Paris made me miss *US*.