Another chapter of a great moment to live by and to reminisce, a sweet memory, real or fiction, as long as you knew and you felt it.
“Good Morning”, it is indeed a good morning. That’s her greeting when I woke up, seeing her eyes that sparkles like stars, her smile that is so delightful and as she brushes her hair with her hand. I would really melt when I see her like that by my side every morning.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning; she’s at the terrace of our house sitting while drinking a cup of tea gazing at fields of green.
