I was walking my way to the bus stop, I had my last exam. It was windy. The grass was beginning to take its lustre, after the long winter. The trees had started to bloom colors. And suddenly it happened. A gust of wind, from nowhere, and I had flower petals falling all over me, from the tree above. I thought it happened only in the movies. For me, just being in love did it.

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Anonymous said…
This shows how happy you are! Touchwood!! And has made me happier!!
1:43 AM
Lakshmi_Mrudula Kallam said…
Think you are sinking deep into happiness!Good Luck
8:15 PM
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