With the departure of teens, which makes me incredibly depressed when I think of it, there has been countless changes in this person who writes. In this ruckus of everyday life I have discovered an excellent escape in books which is awfully strange for a person like me. But the joy that comes along discovering every new chapter especially when the writer surprises you with thoughts that are similar to yours, the heart blooms a little. Reading has made me notice alot of things which are irrelevant in the eyes of others. I remember the first hibiscus of spring in my small balcony. It had a vibrant but sweet orange-pink colour and along with small violet blossoms beside, my garden found its colour palette for the season. A few days back, when the tension of the elections were gone and stormy wind was marking the arrival of Kalbaishaki, my heart felt contented with joy again. I will never forget the night which made me dance with joy in my moonlit terrace at 3:30 in the morning. It was al