English
My First Love
It was a cold evening. The leaves were rustling. It was getting dark outside and even the birds seemed to be in a hurry to fly home. The streets were empty except for one forlorn figure. She was nicely dressed up in a buttoned up woolen coat but her whole demeanor right from the eyes to sagging shoulders spoke of profound sadness and heavy burdens. She was an unusually beautiful girl with striking green eyes and long beautiful hair. She did not seem to be in a hurry at all. In fact, she was dragging her feet as if ...