Empty benches in the park at the seashore awaits the anticipated lovers. Trees, willow, pines, almonds, and many unnamed awaits the lovers too. Evenings are the most beautiful days of our life. Trees and corners keep the secret of age old love story. The trustworthy and silent partners of every love stories. Zephyr kisses me with its freshness and hugs me with the love of all lovers. Innocence of kids makes the evening more loveable. Anonymity becomes excitement. Children marry the anonymity of their world. Sound of their laugh, tears for their wantings, Murmuring of lovers, deals of bussiness men, songs of singing birds, rhythm of waves, romance of couples, wooing of boys, laughs of peers, wisdom of old age, crunching of fallen leaves, dancing of trees, silence of the lonely in the midst of plenty, and the hugs and kisses of zephyr for all and for me. A can of cola in my hands, left when it became empty inside. Day is...
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour…”