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LOVE IS IN THE AIR

I wake up in bed with rays of sunlight rising up my body from my toes to head. I want to sleep more on the soft and firm bed. A fragrance, truly feminine which has sophisticated floral composition tunes my chords. Her fragrance along with the first rays of sunshine is impossible to forget. She is lying on her back with her head tilted slightly away from me. One of her knee is slightly bent which accentuate her curves. She’s damn hot. A fitting white cotton tee and crimson red panties are making me stare at her. She places one arm behind her neck as she lie down, and stretches her body when I am looking at her. This elongates her body; damn she looks so feminine and curvy. She bends one knee slightly outwards just to reveal her soft thighs. Her skin is soft and supple. She is so comfortable with her body that she just push her sheets down all the way to her waist. I plant a kiss on her soft rosy lips. She gives a smile with her eyes closed. The air is filled with ecstasy and joy that had spread due to perfect blend of love and lust, the perfect ingredients for romantic love.

I walk towards the balcony of our apartment on 18th floor. I see a pretty picture, with a lagoon resembling a palette of the hues of blue and green, and the sparkling white sand. Nothing written or told could even come close to the magic that emanates from this view. I sit on a vintage styled wooden chair kept in the balcony. She gets up from the bed. Her black silky hair are falling on her shoulders, her healthy pretty face is glowing and reflecting the ecstasy we had from making love last night. I see into her eyes as she walks towards me. There’s something about eye contact that makes the moment you share together in bed all the more intimate. It makes you realize that there is just this one person in the whole world who can make you feel this way. She places her lap on my lap and gosh I love those lingering touch she gives. I kiss her hard. Heaven! She sits on the chair in front of me and we both have coffee. Nothing is ever beautiful than a company of your loved one……

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WRITING ROOM

WRITING ROOM

(MY PERFECT SPACE FOR READING AND WRITING)

Have you ever imagined a room at your place where you can read and write? I have imagined it. I wish to build a room which is calm, tranquil, energetic and organised.

The room is rectangular in shape with alpine white colour on three of its walls. The floor is made of wood whose colour and texture complements the colour of room. It is a dark wood colour. I am sitting on a swivel chair which has two separate cushions to rest your head and lower back at a time. The base of the chair is slightly inclined. The chair has a foot-ring like a draughtsman chair where I can keep my legs and then lean and rest my back. I don’t like to get up when I write. But when I write I always find something or the other missing. The chair needs wheels to drag me to the point I want. One of the walls on my left has regular brick arrangement texture. The wall has an array of four paintings arranged in a square format. Two of the paintings have a mystery in it. Other two have a hidden message in it. Near my left leg there is a table made of glass. While sitting on the chair I am facing a transparent glass wall. Through the glass wall I see a garden with bluegrass lawn and Chamomile plants. There is a pond which has water filled for birds and my dog. The walls of the garden are made of stones with texture like the one in Maratha forts. If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. In the morning sunlight enters through the window and lightens up the room. At night the white fluorescent lamps light up the room and I see quiet, dark night outside the window. A good lighting is one of the key features of a good library.

Behind me there is a shelf where I keep my books. The shelf is made up of wood which is lavish walnut in colour. Some of the books are arranged horizontally and some vertically. Horizontal ones are thick and vertical ones are long and thin. On my right I have barometer floor reading lamp which I adjust according to my needs. It has a white light and not the traditional yellow because I find yellow one strong and exhaustive. There is a door to my right which leads to backyard. A small window to my right brings some fresh air into the room.

The top corners of the room have speakers for playing soothing music while I read. Yeah! I have the habit to listen music while reading. The room has no clock. I don’t want to limit my presence in this paradise.