There was no leaf in the sky.though he was pretty sure that it was a sky.the sky that he painted,he created and believed in and the sky that he celebrated......
He started with these lines and suddenly stopped.his wife was calling him was requesting him to go to bed and have a sound sleep to make the morning a good one.he acknowledged and went but demanded a mug of lemon tea.it was there in a few moments and while appreciating the beauty of his beloved he concluded with the fragrance of lemon.She used to be his support and the first critic and he always narrated his first lines to her.sharing the first lines had always given him the confidence to move on.many times to move over also.he was a strong man now.with intellect and interest.But his passion and obsession with the lemon tea was not changed.he demanded another consignment of lemon tea.the love repeated but with a warning that if u don't go to bed, ... the fragrance will be there in your hair. So Mr so called writer went to sleep.and the first chapter remained incomplete.with a sense of completeness.
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