Srijan Mug

Srijan is all the magic in the universe squeezed into 6 alphabets and a 5’9” man( baby girl ) . He is the first few drops of rain that touch your face and you’re filled with hope. He is the fresh air you search after a horribly packed day. He’s the best part of your favorite song. He’s the perfect temperature for your air conditioning. He smells like he wears a garden on the insides of his shirt. His face looks like men wrote of innocence with his eyes as the model and his cheeks as the archetype. He would make you laugh like you’ve been mute your whole life. He would walk in a dark room and suddenly the largest chandelier ever built is alit. He could fill air in my lungs and blood in my cheeks. I can watch him sit and do nothing all day and that would be the most interesting film i’ve ever seen. I wish everyone finds a Srijan and feels what home feels like, what love feels like. but at the same time i hope no one finds Srijan. Because he is already locked in the love chamber of my barren heart and i threw the keys in waters that are dwelled by the worlds deadliest sharks.