By Fayaj Khan
The beauty is always veiled by the nature, it may be any but comes unexpected and leaves an ache that mind craves for, evening was as usual but the moment carried something......a moment that when gazed upon was a beam of hope, with rolling down of sun and the commendable intensity of moon's light ahh... stars dazzled, soft wind that nourished and words pageant in the light screen, magic of humour tookover, vision blurred with hope, striving to attain the position that surely is awaiting with warms at an obtuse angle.........
-Fayaj khan