Gulmohor in front yard sheds a few more petals to weave a red carpet for you. Sly green Champa sprinkles perfume in the air from behind green leaves. Curious Madhumalati in backyard wakes up from slumber and cranes its neck. Palms rustle and whisper animatedly. Fan whirls dutifully in the lazy afternoons like these, ice cubes melt quicker than usual in beer mug. My house of cards is almost complete, I have kept two last cards for you to arrange. Creases on the bed-sheets have straightened themselves.
Come home, will you? Everything awaits.
Come home, will you? Everything awaits.
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