Thursday, 7 April 2016
It wasn’t a big one nor was it small,
It was perfect according to her.
It behold within itself her wishes, her demands,
The decoration wasn’t grand just adorned in marigold garlands.
They may ask why,
What is the need,
Shouldn’t you be happy, here instead,
Always there aren’t justifications,
Neither there can be logic,
Coz everyone won’t understand that dreams have the power of magic,
And here it was her dream,
A long awaited one,
That may not get a 9 out of 10 in score,
It was her new home,
On the third floor.
That day was like any other day. She got ready for her show. Closed the door and opened the umbrella to avoid a mild drizzle that h...