"Yesterday I had a conversation with Love.
She was a lot shorter than I imagined. Less elegant. A slight-frame,
lean build… a square-jaw and a great smile… Her skin was thick, but
soft. Her voice was light and musical. Her sentences were symphonies."
"She had a long memory, but lived in the moment. She could reminisce
without recounting…. recall without reminding… She never sweated the
small stuff, but always remembered the little things. "
"Love washed the dishes."
"She had seen a lot. Time wasn’t always kind to her. Experience broke promises. Expectation told
lies… She had bruises. Wounds. The bottoms of her feet were rough and
tired. And at one point, she became bitter. She began to question the
voyage"
"Growing up, she’d often get confused with her sister, Lust.... They were both spontaneous and free, but Lust had a shorter attention
span… she could never focus. Lust was always the life of the party. Lust
passed out the cake and poured the champagne."
Kash Shaikh
www.besomebodyblog.com 
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