a palette of words The sky was drenched in the amber gleam of the Sun, The winds whispering into the leaves of the Mango tree, The Dining room was bustling, the students chattering, and the day on its usual run. I stood there in a mundane silence, thoughtless was I, unbeknownst of the eyes of thee. I just looked at her and smiled, and she smiled back. That smile, a secret that we share and both know, We might have found what the whole world would be searching for. It was a glimpse through an interstice caught, The most magnificent twist to my life’s plot. Bewitched was I, in the sublime and captivating charisma of thee, A moment of stunning silence, where the words abjured and the eyes danced. Many a time I try to seek you in these words, Out amongst the nuance of languages, All the trouble to take, to talk or listen to thee. Numerous thoughts of mine are drenched in ink for you, To thee, the one who lent her ears t...