A meeting with an old friend.

The lush environment arose, the embers of love with sharp eyes of understanding. The two friends were sitting in serene atmosphere with whispers of birds that sung and the ducks that swam in the pond doing the chorus. The sky appeared judgemental, that it would glow very profoundly that very day. The two friends waited for words to be spoken. While the sunrise was harboured across.

When in school, Ram was the boy who asked many questions and kept on indulging Sheema in his words. Now, that time had passed since they talked, they had maintained decorum for far longer a time. It's not that they were disconnected the time in between. They knew each other's tryst with struggles. Still, they wanted to feel the sensation of the warm winds that carried its luster into their purified hearts. They had barely exchanged few sentences from the time they met and having seated themselves on the bench, kept thinking of what to say; or waiting for some holy ceremony it seemed.

Now, the winds were aghast; more pouring and Sheema's scarf went flying into the air. Ram rung into laughter, and his heart volumed the stanzas of the gone days. He ran after the winds that carried in its arms, the scarf.

Sheema, see; how beautiful the winds are. They bring us back to those memories. And you..,"You haven't changed. I can see, the silk scarf outlined with the calligraphy that intended to you, called to you."

Yes, Ram; I keep the same love for those magnificent, the handmade clothes. You know, the choices that one makes in childhood go along with the person; the person can't change oneself anymore, once he/she's in love. The very nature of love, itself espouses you and at last forms you."

So, you still go to the Historical monuments that allured you when you were a little girl?

Yes, that's a natural tendency of humans to seek the best calligraphy; to praise the beautiful craftsmanship ever done. It's so aromatic and brings you back to the smell of the rocks that cluster together as strong bonds of patronage and richness. The varsity of such feelings of love generate once, you walk into one chamber that belongs to your dreams; the one where you have recited yourself so purely; where you can express yourself. When I am there, life resounds and expresses all it wants to. I talk to myself and get the energy to live , in the struggles of life. It makes it far more beautiful and fantastic.

I looked into her eyes once more and I had read that this lady had come together with that girl; whose purity dazzled in her youth and fell in love with her life in every passing moment. Love is yours, one just needs to have the patience to understand, feel and let it vibrate in you; giving the answers to the enormous questions in tranquility and patience.

She spent more time talking on the topics that we did talk whence children. Now, life were in a different boat and we sailed ahead; knowing more of one another and lightening the skies of glory along as we walked through the park that smelt joy at every footstep that was put or being initiated.