From the Diaries.......

"Am not a perfect person.........."
The sweet voice carried with the wind. Some thing in my mind clicked, or perhaps it was in my "heart and soul" to put it in more romantic phrases. The truth of it seemed trivial, yet somewhere there was a weight. It was one of those moments where the wind in your hair, and a whole day "out" makes a heady concoction....and you are drunk in the wine of frolic and fun. Yet what did seem non-trivial was the voice....the sweet voice of my friend, a friend I have found in an unknown land. Maybe I should stop here before my words start sounding frivolous..but then I donot want the genuinity lost.
Yet the voice I'll remember and the place too. And then ofcourse........."Her"........but there I go rambling again.
I should perhaps stop and this seems the right place.