From the last Indian days of spring of this year Ruchu was able to enjoy a serene stroll along the outer white walls of the Taj Mahal. She placed her hand delicately on the cold marble surface and her eyelids sunk in a heavy trance as if she had let herself be carried off to dreamland and her ears resting on the wall as if she hears exquisite music lulling her to sleep.
Her cheeks felt a mild cold shiver as she dreamt of her Aditya, he who is her heart and he who is her sun. She dreamt of the last minute till her eyes may glance upon him..... as he was approaching closer to her.....his expression...his smile was beautiful to her then as he gets even more closer, .....her eyes shut in a tenth of a second, not even a brief moment....she had opened her eyes and his face was beaming of pure luminescence...... her eyelids felt intense penetrating heat and it had awaken her from her beautiful dream. She gasped and rolled along the wall till she was fully awake and had made herself comfortably snug in her pose.
Ruchu's vision gazed upon the surrounding walls when her eyes seduced by the trailing scores of almost endless lines... following the path up above leading its way to the Indian sunrise.
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