Growing up and old in the rich and slightly wildered jigsaw valley,

Walled up by mighty hills,

In the quietness of unending nature, jam-packed with towering trees,

With the moody weather, sometimes in fury, sometimes in a breeze,

Zoya used to love the sudden cloudburst on a sunny day and the sunshine gleaming through the soft and silky mist.

It was a beautiful Saturday evening,

She was leaning by the rails, with her lover and a glass of wine by her side,

In the coziness of the balcony facing the starlit sky,

Feeling the breeze as it went brushing her face and blowing her hair,

And smiling inside for she was in love that was just deep and right.

She was the same though. Spontaneous as the wild.

She couldn’t plan this time too.

And she expressed her love, being a little skittish and a little shy.

Confused he said, he had no plans as such.

He asked, why can’t we just have fun?

She didn’t have an answer.

Alas, she realized that unlike her, her lover was a big planner.