Love story, A girl and bicycle, Two wheels of life.. It's been two years since, I came everynight to see the stars, wince, It's 10 pm, still I am waiting for the stars, To blosom their shower, 1 March, the day, my life turned into a diary, And I started knitting others stories... The day, I proposed to Vaani, Me, let's keep it a secret or u can call me kahaani... ( Read below) Vaani, a girl not so popular, But she was my world, From an unpainted canvas to an undestroyed writer yet, Usually writers are depressed, alone, In search of something, But believe me she was the one, Who can make ur summer's into winter's, For the beauty she carries in her hidden wings,
