A funny passage from my old diary-"Spring breeze is mild, leaves are dancing to its tune. Near the Tennis courts, on the cement bench we sit staring at the silent streach of land. Leaves crumble under our feet as Smita, my friend shifts closer, resting her head on my lap. Her hair reflect the orange glow of setting sun. Time is standing still, yellow-brown leaves are creating a dull brown whirl pool. I murmer to my self about a feeling that i have been through this experience before. Deja vu? This was age of absolute innocence. And a strong feeling builds up that time has stood still at this moment and the innocence of moment would never be with us again.
Oh God such beauty!SEE!
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