Ecstasy could’ve soothed every wounded heart that night! Moonstruck was the grass fields and autumn mist covered the village with an opaline white canopy. It was that evening when I and my sister walked with our grandfather through the solitary village road. The Zephyr sang a song so eternal. A melody for every deprived hearts. A mesmerizing feeling it was…one of those memories which can never be forgotten!!
Reverberating the song