It is a short but an indelible story. It was such a pleasant morning when it happened. In a few days, the “cultural event of the year” was about to happen and I was a member  of its hosting committee. So we as a group were selling tickets all over ou

I When green trees become orange Leaves touch the ground, marking the beginning Of nostalgic to nippy numbness.   II When sweats turn to shivers, The scarf and sweater become snugs, tells Of our circle’s warmth love.   I