In search of a divorce from this world,
I had bumped into you.
You were not of my colour; you did not belong to my caste, nor my race.
You were an alien, not from this world.
Love is for the eccentrics
I believed until I saw that the world of love had you.
which I was quite oblivious to earlier, merged mystery pain serenity fear hurt interest inquisitiveness all into one; this world did not thrive on one emotion at a time.
This world collapsed and reformed a billion times each day.
These are the starting lines to a story I am working on.
Please tell me how you feel about them. I will be waiting for your comments eagerly.