The first sight is always appealing. Gorgeous, bright and beautiful.
Like a blossoming flower, her eyes would open, with the curved eye lashes departing to make way for the glitter of her eyes enlighten everyone. The shinning hair neatly bound to reflect perfection. Confused she turns her head to search. To search her love, which her wondering eyes had dreamt of the whole night restlessly awaiting for the morning. Not to miss the first glimpse of him. The pink lips little moist desperate to render a smile at him. His eyes meets with hers. The moment stops. Stops for ever. The smile is rendered with purity the same artistic way petals are rendered on a blossoming flower. He lives the moment the whole day long. The next day brings in a new smile a new life.
Truly
Abinash
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