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..
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