" Masses delineate augen of great importance. 

In Blue that upholds great magnificence,

Notwithstanding, seening his tinged in grey,

This preposition became a residuary ashtray"

Of course these are not my lines, I am not that much of a poet. Just found some of my Granny's poem in her diary As I sifted through the relics of my Granny's life—her garments draped in muted hues, delicate pearl accessories, and an assortment of diaries and books—I uncovered a profound devotion to literature. She transcended linguistic boundaries, cultivating a library that surpassed the boundaries of ordinary comprehension.

In the tapestry of my childhood, Granny's hair retained the essence of midnight. Rocking gently in her embrace, on a cherished rocking chair, she wove tales through her verses. The nuances eluded my youthful understanding, and as the tapestry of life unfurled, our interactions dwindled to mere formalities during holiday homecomings. Now of course we had our lives to focus on, our career, listening to poems don't earn you bread. I don't recall when I last met her properly.

Five years have eclipsed since our last meaningful encounter. Today, I return not in jubilation but in somber reflection. Emotions lie dormant, yet an ineffable weight clings to my heart, regretting the insufficient moments shared. I am not much emotional of her passing away. I mean, I was attached to her when i was young, so much that even if she would talk of passing away, I would have cried like anything but... Times have changed, i don't even recall how she looked back then, before wrinkles took over her face until i look at photographs. But somewhere in my heart i feel that I will miss her. 

 Life had always been filled with - I wish, I hope And May be but all those still had a chance to be corrected but this kind of experience is first time I am sure that I cant retrace my foot steps.

As I carefully assemble her possessions, the time has come to bid adieu to the quaint cottage steeped in memories. This coastal sanctuary, weathered by time, was her refuge long after my parents departed for the bustling town. The specter of my grandfather lingered, a silent but steadfast companion. Granny's loyalty to his memory remained unyielding.

My grandpa passed away even before My father was born, my granny was a single mother so i always believed that this cottage reminded her of grandpa. She never remarried even though she was quite beauty even after having a child. I guess that is the kind of true love anyone would want in his life.

In my own love story, Lucas stands as a paragon of care and support. 

If i had to describe him I would say that, His features a canvas of divine artistry. Cascading waves of golden hair framed his chiseled countenance, a radiant halo catching the sunlight's embrace. His eyes, a mesmerizing cerulean, held the depth of serene oceans, inviting exploration into the mysteries within. High cheekbones sculpted by nature bestowed an ethereal grace, while a strong jawline spoke of quiet strength. His presence, a symphony of elegance and vitality, harmonized effortlessly with nature's palette. In every glance, his azure gaze mirrored the skies, revealing a beauty transcending the boundaries of mortal allure.

That was my first impression of him. I was a nerdly kind of girl, more of career oriented but i never though that a hotshot like him would ever date me. Despite his aesthetic perfection, Granny's disapproval lingered, dismissing our connection as a mere dalliance. Yet, he is my chosen companion. Obviously, why does a guy like him need to pass time with me? I mean he has a lot different options right?

Heading towards my waiting car, a poignant spectacle captivated my attention. Amid the waning light, he stands at the water's edge, eyes ablaze with anticipation. The sea, in its eternal wisdom, imparts promises of adventure, while the world beneath the waves cradles the key to a destiny unfurling before us.

"Mystical," I whisper, momentarily captivated by the scene. Yet, the thought is fleeting; my heart belongs to Lucas. Driving away, I steal glances through the rear-view mirror until his silhouette dissolves into the horizon.