My Andrea

Today, I narrate to you about Andrea. How she paints prose so remarkably with her passionate colors is no less than a supernatural thing to me! In no time, she pours herself out, all transparent, on the paper. A simple reader feels moved and intellect can certainly comprehend the enormous-sized emotions expressed so effortlessly. With a sigh so intimate, the gesture comes, “O Andrea! How do you do that?”

And let me correct here and now, She is ‘My Andrea’. The way Andrea, a famous artist used to rove his brush and would create art masterpieces, here is my Andrea. When I behold her penning poems, the way she writes takes hold of her pen, sits casual, keeps on talking and chatting, will be taking phone calls as well, and will create the most wonderful, passionate, and spontaneous inks. I simply go baffled. Initially, I used to wonder, hardly did I believe how one can write so serene, so universal, and that too so smooth.

Then one sunny day, my eyes fell on the damsel. Indeed Andrea was divinely gifted with the treasure of writing so prompt, so natural. Since that day, my mind got glued to her ways, her writing inks, and her superpower element to coin imagery far beyond a common man.

Now I don’t feel surprised. The clouds of doubt and suspicion vanish. Rather I can witness an ace author auto-rising towards the welkin of a eudemonic life. Richly fortunate is my life’s journey. I am filled with giant gratitude. I feel bountifully blessed and completely contented. Sometimes I feel on the top of the world and stealthily smile. The supreme power knows me in and out. The reason for this rich life is my Andrea. My Andrea holds me heartily. Her inks are replete with me. She touches me to climb the creative caps. She keeps me always close. She breathes through me and becomes immortal beyond time and space. Andrea is incomplete without me and I complete her desires, dreams, and designs that she craves, sketches, and initiates.

And I can unveil my Andrea in such an intimate way because I am Andrea’s passion pen. With me gripped in her fingers, Andrea can touch skies and dive into oceans. She is an unstoppable artist and I’m here art-mate as always. I will support her soul in endless. I’m her guard so grand, giant, and a genie to an average eye. Andrea houses me in her heart and I heart-house Andrea. I will hold, preserve and live with her beyond the blinds of time. Andrea has earned literature and I’ve earned my Andrea.