Writing and Creations

It was that day U came and u stayed Not in my life but in my heart for sure It was that day When I think we will be together Not under one roof but in memories for sure It was that day When I tried cooking for you I was not my hobby but it was your love for sure It was that day When you said goodbye I have never expected you but your call for sure Now is the day You are not in my life But you are in memoirs whether good or bad, for sure Today is the day I am thinking of you It won’t make any difference now But it will be a day spent well for sure

Walking down the aisle, June asks herself, whether she has chosen the right path or whether she will be swinging forever between what she desired to have and what she has received. Her father accompanied her and they both proceed towards the stand of bishop. She was looking like beautiful flake of snow that has engulfed whole whiteness of the season and her hair were tied in a bun and there rest a beautiful piece of hair pin, made of ivory and blue crystals, what a fine masterpiece, crafted all by her mother, Lina, a perfectionist in making jewellery. Back of her dress was all lacy and her beautifully toned body was supporting the attire very well. Relatives and other visitors present in the ceremony were in awe after having a glance of her.  As she raised her eyes to have full look of the arrangements that Roy, her future husband, has made, she was thrived to see such a vintage look that he has given to the place. It was beautiful day of spring, Greenery was all over the place...