/// Princess Supratika's Narration ///
It is one more new morning. The sun peeking through the curtains cascades onto my bed and I can feel the heat it emits. I slowly sit up in bed and gaze over at the bright sun.
Dawn rose up from the bosom of the night.
Buds, perturbed for awakening from a sea-deep sleep, dressed into their regular floral attire.
The wind, elated, belled the leaves, and the birds chirped from mellow corners.
Butterflies, as usual, were having great affairs with the hued florets.
The rich and the poor slept snuggled into their warm duvets.
This is the moment I fell in love.
It wasn't very cold, just the usual, but the fog was so thick that it reduced my visibility nothing. Okay, I may be exaggerating, but I can assure you, the degree of exaggeration is very less here.
