THE rays of the beautiful morning sun flickered through the French windows, its cottons were partly opened and so, paving way for the rays to filter in.
The room was well lit, all neat and well ventilated that beautiful morning. Soft music tuned on, low played in the stereo.
Raghav groaned and sat up on the bed, he put out his legs and got up. He had been awake for like thirty minutes ago.
He walked towards the window and looked out, using his eyes to survey the palace environs as he shifted the cottons, it was beautiful, beholding it from an upstair window made it more beautiful.
The fresh gentle air coming from the garden caressed his face and he closed his eyes, savouring it.
A beautiful yellow bird suddenly flew from the garden, to the window where he stood. It perched on the latt
