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​On a sunny day in the spring, when I was walking through the stone-paved path attached to that beautiful garden filled with red and white roses and a bunch of yellow marigolds, suddenly my mind struck. My heart started to beat faster and faster, as if I was facing a high flow of blood to my heart. I felt like my heart couldn't take the pressure anymore and it was going to explode.

​Then suddenly my eyes, which were blank for a second, were returning to normal. I could feel like my eyes were drawing a picture, and my mind was the canvas: her small eyes, her curly hair, her eyelashes, and her yellow dress. I just felt she was just another marigold in the garden.

​After a second, I came back to reality and I could see her eyelashes were talking to me; it seemed they had something to say to me. I decided to go to her and ask her name. As I went nearer and nearer, her fragrance—I felt like her fragrance was spreading to the whole garden and all around—and I understood it was the fragrance of love.

​When I reached her, she was watering the flowers with sprinkles of water. Her brown skin and hair literally glowed like gold in the bright sunlight. I don't know why, but I kneeled in front of her, plucked a rose from the rosebed, and proposed to her without any hesitation, as if I had known her well and was not seeing her for the first time.

​She was embarrassed at first, but she took the rose from my hand and ran between the flowers. I can still hear the sound of her anklet chain, those jhumkas, and that bracelet she wore on her hand. She was glowing like gold and slowly vanished into the sunlight.

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