Still and Spellbound.....

He stood staring at her spanish brocade window panes, still shut as though no one resided there. He stared a rosy endless stare and to his bonne chance, window panes cranked open. The most beautiful hands, belle mains appeared and tucked the hooks in the panes to broader purview. 'Cathy, God forbid, Yesterday night I dreamed .... a sinister dream... you just flang that curtain !! ', she summoned. Cathy replied,' O Madame, the grande lady of ile de re, what you dreamed is juss the shadow of the reality, something good is to happen, madame".

Fabio sighed hopely relief and it started to rain. The rain started to trickle through his hairs and soaked in his coat unless it drenched and started to drip.The sunrays blend with the rain, pesevered to his face and reflected back from his eyes. Rosera chuckled with joy, looked up to the sky and witnessed the flock of fog, seeping in the rain. Her eyelashes impregnated with dew drops, her hairs settled upto her honey breasts. Fabio rekindled the confidence and beckoned her,'Rosssera !!'. The bland voice in the lively ambiance got lost. He called her again.

Rosera, with her exponent smile, curvy eye brows settled her eyes on her beloved Fabio, 'O Cathy, the greatness happened. None days had been so beaux... So gorgeous as this..'. ' The lord of the worlds has showered so intense zephyr through my veins that I see my Fabio, the love of my life..' Fabio stood still, spell bound in the curves of his beloved. He couldn't beckon her again. Her mere presence bestowed the divinity unto him.. Unsurpassed.. The heart with joy became so free and and felt too extraneous to reside in his body... It became free of all the bondage.. As though he waited this moment his whole life ever since in prison... Rosera couldn't resist her tears down trickling and merging with the rain... Even though settled through her life and her routines.. . She couldn't never beleagour that feeling to meet him again.... Her child might have gone to new age.. But her eyes still were cherubic... childlike... seeking... thirsty... She just witnessed fabio for few moment, the moment which was her own, the essence of her very own.. and never to again ... be for her...

People screamed, ' some one died here ..O. the dead body.. ' 'Do you know who is he' 'He was here for past few hours' 'Let me call the cops..'

Cops came and took his body for examination..

Rosera still weeping with her stone eyes....

It still rained. Fog still settled on her balcony. Sunrays still seeped to her room..