It was a gloomy afternoon after a boiling and scorching mid-day. I and Roop set our kind to visit "Four Roofed" cottages in extreme North. Both of our presence there were concealed to our elders. Alas!Such a boner we commited. 30 minutes after we reached the place we were destined to and turned mum. Guess why? The tranquil breeze pierced our heart us in such a subtle manner as if the climate was dangling us in its way and snatched our vocals.. Soon our soul allayed insatiability when we witnessed savor of the leliance of petrichor consequenced due to earsplitting thunder and dazzling lighting ; breaking the silence dwelt within us for we were engulfing the debonair of nude and purely raw nature.

Lush and lace.