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- Vivo, thank you for loving me like you did. As much that you who wished for mortality, always, but could not get it, I wished for this year, the last of my life, even if it means forgetting you and dying, just to be with him.

As the last thing I wanted to see in this life is him. So I will always hope that you too who gave me all worlds and whom I so loved for so long, you will find that kind of love too and I pray that one day your loneliness be finally quench."

I closed the ancient book, and let my tears flowing. The tears fell and crashed down on the beautiful cover. This was a book I inherited from my grandmother after she passed away. She wished so much for me to have it as her only granddaughter.

I sighed and closed my eyes before turning into the window to see vaguely what was outside. And there was nothing but sky and clouds. A world of blue and white, my two favorite colors.

- He is like me I thought sincerely. He lost his great love.

That's what I was certain during my flight to India. I ignored how grandmother had this book or why she wanted me so much to have it, but it has affected me throughout my life, and now that I was also a heartbroken person, I wanted to read it again.

The grief of this being captive in a place and into the time itself was so deeply painful, that even if he was only a fictive part of history, it touched me greatly inside. whether vampire, fairy, or human, love and all its sorrows spared no one.

I Vivie, a beautiful american woman, unmarried, twenty five years old, standard writers, came to have a long vacation with a damaged heart, because the person I loved the most and whom I thought to spend the rest of my life with, had told me that he had fallen in love with someone else and that he wanted to break up, so he could be with her. And despite all, the stupid one I was, was unable to hate him, People's hearts was too strangely done. Vivo was so in true, how much you wanted to own this power, it would be just meaningless, for nothing and nobody could ever prevent someone to love or not to.

So what else to do? what else could I ever make up? There were nothing more hurtful than a heartbreaking, but I was still hoping, like that lonely vampire did, that loving and being wounded was still far better than not knowing that.

So in the end, after a lot of cries, even still a little now, I decided to take a trip and what was more invigorating than a solo trip to redo? And my chosen destination was India.

This traditional, Eastern country that led incomprehensible people like me to ephemeral dreams, filled ofinfinite color. I took it as an act of welcome and means to care away my profound scars.

For starting, I chose to visit the Tourist sites in New Delhi, that was why I enrolled in a group of tourists, most Americans like me, so no one would ever notice me or bothering to trouble my peace.

It was a sunless day when we went visiting the Akshardham temple.

The guide told us that this was the largest Hindu temple in the world, and he seemed to be proud of this fact, but I understood him, what authentic patriots would not be. Its beauty fascinated me, the weight of history it endorsed, the love of the Indian people that it contained. The explanation of the guide entered my dreamer brain, focused on the structure of the fabulous place. He said that the temple was erected for paying homage to the Swaminarayan, the founder of the modern trend hindou Swaminarayan Sampradaya. The building was inspired by Pramukh Swami Maharaj, the spiritual leader of the Swaminarayan Sampraday and was built on the banks of...