As I walked upon the carpet of dried leaves making a symphony of melodious crelsten, as they cracked bit by bit they reminded me of my heart in olden days... As I sat down to write on my desk, my mind wandered about & finally settled on the dust of an old book, as I flipped its pages to remember the summary the chansiste engulfed my nose leaving me intoxicated & it kept spreading in my soul as my first novel... Coined two new words : 1. crelsten /krels-tin/ - the sound created on crushing dried leaves 2. chansiste /chan-siz-tay/ - the smell of old books ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ________________________________
