A landscape still so fresh in my mind. Not any painter’s masterpiece with snow clad mountains, perfect blue sky, long pine trees, at a scenic riverside. It was a landscape that was much warmer and became very close to my heart.
Where should I start? All right, not a perfect blue sky, actually almost half hidden sky behind the thousands of leaves – the chickoo tree leaves. Quiet secluded place, where the only live witnesses were the rustling leaves and the whispering breeze – together creating a romantic harmony. While the rustling leaves formed the music, the whisper of the mischievous breeze composed some invisible notes, for sure some most romantic ones. Along with the sky, only very few rays of the sun reached the earth there through the thick web of the leaves.
So many days have passed by since the last time I visited there yet I can hear those notes, feel the warmth of the few sunrays, and smile as I go back in my relished memories – since it was there that I smiled the most beautiful smiles of my life…
Wherever you see you could only find some shades of green and brown colour. Though not really romantic colours yet together they all created a magical harmony….
….For the real colours of love to blossom…
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