As I woke up in the morning, with the still on its bumpy route, turning behind I found both the seats empty. Was it all a dream? Nah! On m wrist was still that black band that had slipped from her hands to mine last night. I rejoiced the fact that it was real and sobered the fact that she had already got down. I picked up my cell to call my dad to pick me up at the bus stop. My heart was jumping with joy as I was closer to my home and the fresh smell of earth from the last night’s rain soothed my soul. My dad was there on time to pick me up and take me home where the woman I worship most in my life, my mom, was ready to pamper me one thing that is most important to me in life, food!!!
Not to be disrupted by wayward dreams and myriad wishes, started my laptop gave sigh looking at the desktop and opened up Netbeans. Started working heavily on Java ( had a blog to update you see), taking occasional breaks and deep breaths still in the memorandum of the lavender fragrance. My dad came up to remind me to take rest as there was going to be plenty of action at our ancestral home in the function I had to attend. Only too happy to take rest, I mulled myself over to a dreamy world with me and ahem me only( Ok fine I admit, there were occasional glimpses of beautiful dimples and …)
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