A real note to true friends.
The traditional South Indian story about the beginning of an unbroken bond.
Rekindling the strum to pick the note again!
He had this craving for her and he confronted it in his last dance. His last dance!
“You gave me strength, a new HOPE!”,he said as he held my palms.
…Are you in love? asked my cupid-struck heart. “Yes, I’m.
“And what makes you write?”, he asked. “Well-wishers!”, I smiled at him.
He whammed the Enter key, ensuring freedom for the poor soul.
Shiny night wrapped with a million stars, Scouting around for a picture in the mars. My fingers yearned for some breath-taking clicks, I guess the emotions stuck her like cupid piercing bricks.
How I start off from my work place every evening and unwind myself
Listen to her advice for his son as she cried
“It’s time for me to go”
And that day it rained.. The bushes rustled, With the mighty winds, They danced and whistled, As the raindrops drizzled, The aura was electrifying, With thunderstorms clamoring, The kids played merrily, With the slushy waters, The environment became lush, Quenching the thirst of the barren, Green was the colour, And that day it rained!