#thatstrangepeachshade

Dear peach,

I couldn't crush for you more than your color.

That day when I came across him, actually a voice in the air.
That felt so soothing. I felt like keeping it on loop.
That kid like voice talking of technicalities so smart for my stupidity for crushing over a voice.

Thanks to the friend, whom I found few months ago. So lively and a novel in herself. She helped me with a name that we could talk about that boy drenched in peach that day. No other color made sense on him thereafter. Actually every color he wore made sense. Hardly were they seen but there presence made a evidence for his presence. For no one expect him wears that peach.

No talking. No waving. No seeing. But he exists with his voice and my stupid ears rising up for his words. There were moments where names could have been exchanged or may be atleast a "Hi". But we both stand ego.

Today being in the same shade of fabric made more sense of our existence in the room. May be. The blue that day and the peach today made a girl suspicious of us. I smrik but the heart laughs to that. Caught!

So Mr. Bewakoof you got a page in a dairy. Be happy about your existence. Okay your aren't of this. But not every good thing is told some are sensed. Haha, keep up the hide and seek

Yours,
Not yours collaouge