Have you ever romanced a place, yes, not a person but a place? I have, it feels just the same as romancing a person. You touch, breathe, feel, talk, listen to a place just like how you would with a person. For instance, when you miss your lover, you pick his shirt and you find comfort in his fragrance on the shirt, isn't it similar to waking up to the same scent of fresh morning dew everyday. You long for a hug at the end of a hard day, while you also find solace in the sweet caress of the warm, humid breeze on a summer evening. Sitting on a quite afternoon when your love tucks away your hair behind your ears, don't you get the same feeling when a cool breeze sneaks it's way through the cracks of the window and plays with your locks. On some days when you can't take your eyes off your loved one and you just want to sit there and look in their eyes, don't you get the same feeling sitting on the beach staring at the beautiful sunset. On both occasions you just wish that the day never ends. Oh! I can keep writing about the similarities but I guess I have given you a fair idea of what I am talking about.

I realized that I had a romantic relationship with one such place and I realized my love for it only after I left it forever. I don't know how many monsoons will I miss before we meet again, how I long for the sweet smell of mud when it rains. How I long for the early morning song of the birds, the silence of the lazy afternoons, the cacophony of the evenings and the lullaby of the night. I long to look at the moon from my window, the sun's rays playing on my veranda. It's bitter sweet, the bitter emptiness of the sweet love we had, I miss you.