As I sit alone and ponder over; a window sill, a busy street, a coffee mug, a ringing phone, a blowing wind, a blooming bud, you almost step in; like you stepped into my heart; tiptoed into my life and then, we both , into each others lives.
At home, the mirrors are, perhaps, dizzy with your presence. The television , panting – on running a marathon.
And perhaps; the same flower intoxicates us, with its fragrance, on the very evening, when we felt the wind on our faces.