Love is an extraordinary feeling. It only exists in superlative because if it doesn't then it isn't love. I fell in love with the saffron skies last evening and I painted it with purple dreams. Dreams that were too rich to be mine. Yet love makes you dream of such impossibilities and flaws your perceptions of reality like nothing else does. May be TV soaps are an exception. I loved the peace that surrounded me. The touch of the warm air on my skin, the pampering comfort of a bed to rest my back on after a hard day's work and the violent spinning of the fan overhead whose whooshing sound tactfully muffled the noises from the world beyond the glass windows... Almost felt like I was in a snowglass. The moment was so beautifully designed. A moment that was awaited for long to arrive in all it's splendour and make me fall in love with life all over again. It's only now that I know what it is like to 'stand and stare' or more importantantly what it is like to sit and relax and let you mind paint nothing but purple streaks on a saffron sky.