Dearest Manoshi,
                               ................  the
silent years,
pregnant with innumerable days, countless
moments of frustration, fear and uncertainty
amid deepening dusk and volatile sunsets
		have slipped into oblivion
			once and for all.

Remember those tumultuous waves of passion
harnessed and kept in check
while we waited for the days to pass
one after the other.

That was the time when life crept on its
heels
	plodding as if age had sat heavy on its 
shoulders
	our patience faltered not once but on 
countless occasions
	you wept at the games fate played, while
I stood motionless starting beyond the rising
	sun...... lost in molecules of melancholy

Those silent evenings, while the moon washed its
face in the dark waters of the tank
the swaying palm fronds, the creak of crickets
and your averted face
screened with strands of cascading black

The lost tears, glistening pearls in the 
silvery shafts, nourished the grass at your feet
while the evening crept silently by........a
minute at a time.

I seem to have lost track of those evenings,
the mornings.... the lonely nights, when my
dreams travelled a 100 miles every hour.....
	........but like all waiting this
did end.... and for once a dream became 
			a reality.