A rose tree having only two roses
Shukdeb Mazumder We walked along a narrow road side by side beside a park where rare was the presence of any person. Spring was the season then, a gentle breeze was blowing from south granting us the fragrance of flowers, the sweet-voiced cuckoo was singing at the top its voice to rejoice us. And then you touched me first- through which I first felt how love lives above all, how love is capable of creating a satisfying world removing much of the bewildered looking from the face of mankind. Then
