Tuesday, 12 April 2016
I hung on for a glimpse of her. Fresh, subtle, soothing dabbed with dew she arrived everyday just before I got ready for school.
Neither the morning breakfast nor did granny’s scoldings could dissuade me from leaping over the balcony.
Today when I look back and remember those days, I laugh at myself.
Still she ties me with her even today and I fall over again, for my beloved Jasmine.
Get lost , In me... Forgetting, The pain, Forgetting, The spree... The sand, The skies The gravel The pebbles, It’s y...