It was the beginning of winter. The air was welcoming the
chilly fragrance to prevail. The festive mood was all over and it was time to
settle down to respective works. Certain things were still bearing the essence
of ever-blooming summer. Our newly budded relation was among them.
Curtains were still off as hesitation kept chanting around.
Confession was supplanted by few tokens of anecdotes. Muses played their parts
well. Rain seemed prettier, sun seemed brighter, night seemed soother. Burdens
of sighs got lightened as the quilt of secrecy went down.
Deep, ecstatic feeling got the tag of love, as words surrendered
the conditions of heart.
Love presented the warmest winter of that era.
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