Last Sunday I went to roam with my camera to some old places of town and suddenly I reached a zigzag point which I use to recapitulate as the first zigzag of my life. Rather I started understanding the twists of crisscross life from here. It is about nineteen years back when I was instigated by one of my class fellows  for throwing proposal to my first crush, which I obediently executed. I saw her for the first time on my way to school in a local bus.

Though it was not a successful attempt but I can feel the smile of trees remembering all that past no doubt the moment was priceless.

Mood: Romantic