(Kissing under a mango tree)

The wind carries with it many secrets; yours and mine included. If only the rulers of the earth could pay some mind to its whispers, their hunger for knowledge would have gained plenty, including about the magic and the blurred lines of our story. Because it was present for most of it, from the cloud nines to the dark hues. It witnessed the rarity of our passion in its nakedness. It gave us life and we...