Life

I miss the unbridled laughter that I shared with you in the carefree days I miss how wacky I felt when we did crazy stuff together and laughed about it at midnight I miss the affectionate me and you, when we walked each other home umpteen times just so we could spend more time with each other I miss those midnight conversations laced with oranges and potato chips I miss being upset and fighting about the secret crushes and the arguments we had I miss feeling parsimonious when we had no money, yet we had the best time together I miss baring my heart out and sharing without a care if I was being judged I miss the feeling of being complete when you are with me I miss the attention, that concern in your eyes, when you knew I was upset, but would not ask I miss the logical me that I can be with you, but never seem to be able to follow it myself I miss feeling a glow in me, when you look at me with admiration I miss how comforted I feel with

Arman held Noor in his lap, never wanting to let her go. So delicate and beautiful as the moonlight lit up her radiant face. Indeed she was aptly named Noor  - The light. The light of his life. The light that kept him going. She made him feel alive in the dark and damp alcove far ashore from the beach. The only sounds were of the waves lashing against the rocks and the their gentle breathing. Time stood still. He thought about her with fierce obsession. He simply loved her. He relived his first encounter with Noor. He was only 14 when she walked near the well at the village where the boys were swimming. The frail little girl with beautiful big eyes that spoke beyond words. She fetched water and walked away with her friends, the only one who made no attempt to catch the attention of the adolescent boys. That was the day he was smitten. Umpteen times that he followed her, he felt euphoric about her responses to him. Arman and Noor sneaked in as much time as