Tuesday, 12 April 2016
I hung on for a glimpse of her. Fresh, subtle, soothing dabbed with dew she arrived everyday just before I got ready for school.
Neither the morning breakfast nor did granny’s scoldings could dissuade me from leaping over the balcony.
Today when I look back and remember those days, I laugh at myself.
Still she ties me with her even today and I fall over again, for my beloved Jasmine.
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...