TINATANGI

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Most of you, if not all, would agree when I say, we have someone that special, to whom we never confess maybe because of the fear of losing them or the fear of rejection. But that someone makes us feel a special infinite number of times unintentionally. Maybe a crush or maybe a life partner, we all imagine someone with us by our side doing something or the other thing cute or maybe doing nothing at all

Dear Tinatangi 

Kahi dur jab din dhaljaye" play in my earphones, while I make myself at the most comfortable yet uneasy state to start writing to you, and with every word, I feel so peaceful and relaxed. I secretly wish to tell you that even at such a distance between you and me, how much I wish you to be here, in the proximity of me, by my side and wish all distances to fade, either physical or emotional

Sitting on the cozy chair, in my balcony my head resting on my left palm, and with my right hand, I tuck my hair strands behind my ear, I am lost in gazing at the sun and the hard rock, which ironically no longer felt hard, on which my arm rested, it feels like your chest and I could hear a heartbeat and suddenly like nature had nothing to do with this, the line sings "chuae koi mujhe par nazar naa aaye, nazar naa aaye", and it clears the cloud and a small childish laugh rules the surroundings leaving my song incomplete and me Blushing. 


- Gamini 


Tinatangi- is a word that means someone special. I dedicate this post to each and every person who is TINATANGI in someone's life, makes them feel butterflies out of joy and is the reason for their pink cheeks and priceless Smile.


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Unknown said…
Wow!💕
One of my favourite songs that's playing in my mind now and one of my favourite blogger that you are in my heart now.💙
March 2, 2021 at 7:29 PM
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