Namrata drags a chair near the window of her room, sits down on it , leaning back on it she looks out through the window towards the garden where different kinds of little birds were jumping off one branches to others, Melodious voice of koel draws special attention of her, her eyes search out the place of koel from where she is spreading her melodious voice in surrounding, cold breeze of morning is engaged in performing its own duties assigned by nature, sometimes it would get revolted, decried command of nature when it looks at the beauty of Namrata, it begins spreading fragrance of jasmine around her as if likes to win her heart. it begins to titillate her by playing with her hair making her hair unkempt, she brings her unkempt hair back from her face by tips of fingers giving soft smiles at birds jumping, playing from one tree to another. Cold breeze, silent atmosph...