Alok saar loves me!Yippee!I hoped for years to live the very moment! thought Nisha, twirling and walking on the fifth-floor corridor. She stopped near the glassed window thrown open halfway. Her eyes went over the four pillars of street lights planted at the four corners of the podium housing a fountain of medium height spitting volumes of lake water all around and enough to prevent the surface from growing dry. She blushed at the white and bright vision thrown to pierce through her dilating pupils. She smiled, wondering, Everything sounds like an old dawn's dream yet! Scenes of herself proposing