It's the night of 14th Feb, yet who cares, I still don't have one to celebrate. I put my earphones on to reach the terrace as it is a part of my customary roster.
Aish, it's beautiful! Is it real or phantasm? The terrace is adorned with gleam lamps, the odor of bloom and sleepy plants is dispersing love in my essence. The flavor of butterscotch dessert melting in my mouth just by bewitches a spell on me with its aroma.
Moonshine and twinkling stars are the narrators of lovelies. The breeze also joined them on this Valentine's week. The aroma of...