There's something wild, something new in the wind. It has started to touch me all the more tenderly. It has given me a fragrance, fragrance of solitude. It has portrayed my whole new image to the crowd. My tears now find joy to flow. My lips feel cherished when I grin. My eyes take pride in capturing abstruse experiences.

But it's hard at times to avow myself happy. It takes immense efforts to accept myself. Perhaps, it has it's own pleasure of feeling this fragrance. It gives an unidentified thing which keeps me valiant and rushes my bones with strength.

I have my life rejuvenated with this new fragrance; with this new wind.