^*^Captain of Hearts, Happy Birthday Shashank Vyas*^*

The dusk approached stealthily spreading a lovely blush among the cheek of the mighty sky. Just like the sly touch of love breaching the strongest barrier of the bravest heart. The insects are glowing in the shy bath of the blush that the dusk brought. Even the water of the lake is serene as if stealing as much as quite moment it can.

Suddenly a gentle wave of west wind came even making the gentle water dance in its unvoiced song. The little yet sensational chill washed over me like a gentle affectionate touch.

There's a lamppost by the bank of the lake by the wooden pier. No one knows who placed it here. But I like to think it as ancient as time itself. Who knows how many stories it has witnessed? What if the lamppost could talk? Will the lamppost depict the moments it lived through? Be it sweet or bitter, be it smiles or tears. What it will be like to hear those stories which are unknown and untold still left a mark in the pages of time?

Nature has voice which tries to disclose what has been closed. Upon closing my eyes, I can feel the whispers. The silly wind along with the wise gentle waves. The meek insects from the brave heart tree leaves.

While being here and alone, I can finally feel my heart. The steady beat hums the song of life and soul. As my eyes grew heavy I sat there by the bank of the lake watched the birds returning to their nest. If only I had a nest my own! Nature carries great power. But even nature cannot defeat death that lurks in the shadowy corner just at the border of life. As my heart beat started fading, I stare at the dusk that approached. The lamppost has been lit up. So many stories to hear, so many lives to leaf through if only I had more time and the lamppost could talk. Now it will have another story into its disposal. The musing of a dying girl. The last musing of a girl unknown.