In search for love

The sun was shining, fresh wind was blowing, the sky was a serene blue but in Ghanashyam Bista’s heart, dark clouds hung.

The sun, a cheerful ball of yellow, hovered above the green hills, giving Naxal Park a pleasant golden hue. Dew drops, like golden grains, trembled on the grass, trees, swings and the park benches. The restless wind bore from the east, bringing with it, hope and merriment. Naxal park was teeming with pulsing life.