Stochastic Cerebrations

Few years down the lane, when we all will grow a little old and those greyish strands on our head will be enough to certify our age, I shall narrate you a lot tales, capture your "reverence".. capture the "second best thing you can do with your lips".. capture your surprise, the twinkling eyes..  the "oh my god" moments with your hand on your forehead.. the stern looks strong enough to make me go red .. and the countless number of times when you say "What? You did that..are you crazy" .. well they all will be tales coming from my heart of those things which I do in the present but the moments when I shy because you might come to know because the time is not right.. Well..not a few years but a lot of years to come before you actually get to hear these stories :D

The long svelte legs walked peacefully leaving faint embossments on the porous sand which was wet yet loose. Her dark brown hair glimmered in the light, looking like silk, dancing down beyond her shoulders with a pace she put forth; her blue eyes wandered towards the aeonian ocean with milky waves splashed the water on her; Her hands, slender and clasped together resembled the earth. The water had always been an conundrum for her. All of a sudden, everything turned quiet, there was an unusual silence around her. The deep rustic colored Sun was hitting the bed somewhere in the gigantic sky casting a dazzling image of the blue waters which looked even more royal. With the onset of dusk, the painted galore of red, orange and yellow hues seemed to grow denser with an cerulean on its lining.It was the most amazing painting the master artist could create. The unison of the birds and the waves hit one another twitched her sharp nose. It appeared as if the master of light was bidding adieu ...