Some dried rose petals…………..

Looking outside the window of my class, bathing in the warmth of the sun………the memories of a beautiful day filled my heart. A day of prayers answered, moment of incarnation……alighting the steps of time, gliding over epochs and eons of waiting………appeared a blessing. The mist of love engulfed me again and lo behold a soul was freed in the hands of enchantment.

Days ago what was I? A girl in dreams, lass infatuated, a girl confused between yes and no. Caught in the trap of right or wrong…...  A girl at crossroads of magnanimous life.

Drifting in the river of time I was led to today……..the present. Here I stand holding hands with milliseconds of anticipation. A special feeling where some dried rose petals also are held in esteem, where their fragrance can travel miles together, when someone is eager to hold hands and walk, someone is ready to tumble with me, someone is ready to hold me as I ebb…..all for the scent of freshly turned feelings , all for the radiance after the showers of grace….