She stood in her balcony, gently drying her hair with a towel.
Those black tresses shimmered in the sun's bright rays
Itseems it was the sun's way of praising the beauty that her hair held.
The beauty that she held.
Sanya's eyes glittered as she saw the mother bird feed her babies.

Meanwhile, the pond right below her balcony gave a dazzling reflection of the beautiful girl that stood some metres above. There was also the suns reflection on the pond that looked as if there was ball of fire right below the watery layer.

Hasan, who had come here for gardening as his grandfather was sick caught glimpse of the pond. Oh No. Not the pond. Rather the reflection of the beauty in the pond.
After long moments of intensely gazing into the pond, he came to a conclusion that, the girl's reflection was brighter than that of sun itself.
He daren't look above, for, her beauty may blind him.

Isnt that what sun does to its lovers?
When they cast a little glance, it tears up their eyes.
And when they try to dwell in its presence,
Its burns them.

Hasan was aware of this fact.
Where she was the glorious sun, he was just one among the millions who admired her.

They were poles apart.

Where he waters the plants to give them life,
She cherishes each and every bit of it.

Its shade
Its shelter
Its warmth
Its breeze
Its fruits
Its flowers.

'I'm givin her all i can' speaks hasan to himself.

I hope the breeze conveys to her
Of the boy standing down.
And the pond tells her
How the story of his love
Has now merged with the layers of water.
And the fruits,
Let them be extra sweet
For the man who sowed them
Did so with love.
And the flowers
Their fragnance will surely remind her
That the scent isn't a normal one.
For he wanted to be her heaven.

When hasan was gone
All that lingered was
His Essence.

The air was different.
The breeze warm and cold kissed her passionately.
The flowers from the tree gently fell on her as she stood near the pond.
A scent that she quite couldn't name lingered around.
She wished she could ask the breeze
Of what it was trying to convey her.
And the pond,
Of what truths had sunk deep within.

She could feel love all around.
Yet there was no lover to be found.

Only sanya never knew the origin of the lingering essence.