It was an drizzling Friday I sat near the window To enjoy the drizzling drops Which was already tickling my hands Every drop falls in the soil to make an natural perfume And cold air added extra flavour I was lost in my dreams Suddenly I felt something strange inside my heart , Felt the tightness in hand I regained my composure , to see what's happening .... Someone was holding my hands tightly I couldn't hardly see his face , But my legs urged me go out to see who was he ....? Finally I saw his cute face With a dazzling eyes , which stoled my heart perfectly ..., It was not just a coincidence The nature planned a special meet with him ! Drizzling and the smell of soil which helped him to hold my hands tightly Then I realized , meeting our life partner is a special meet which is planned by the god and nature .
A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His