my gaze is fixed on charcoal deep orbs, as the car weaves through the crowded streets, the Unfamiliar streets pass by in a blur ,
Monson cool breeze brushed through my skin making my stands sway in wind ,making scent of jasmine from the garland still in my hair, fill the air,
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