Sometimes he is like a dream come true and other times he is like a dream. It may be because first time of everything is imperishable and enchanting like an emanating petrichor from a barren land after long dry days. That sudden transition from scorcher to divine ravishing serene you lose yourself. That is the power of change, nothing is the late-one and nothing is everlasting.  Life goes towards endless end.


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