Cycle of Cliches
I couldn’t say anything more, with the top left corner of my head echoing the song:
Let your blissful love
Blossom for me,
Let the young desires
Dance in your eyes,
I won’t tell anyone
That I search for you always by my side,
That you are the dearest to my heart…
“Come with me,” she held my hand and started walking towards the other side of the flyover. I followed her, still baffled by her hurry.