Flipping through an old book I found a pressed flower resting in my book. Brought back those memories which were hidden in some corner of my heart.
Those days were more like some movie..I used to be in full swing.. Never find myself lost…all birds sang something for me.. The breeze which passes by murmured something and embraced me.. And the butterflies had something more to tell me.. Finding new meaning in lyrics and life.. Enjoying the rain drops.. Those evening walks with the headset.. Those flowers which attracted me. I was trying to bring rhythm to my life..