Love

Sarah let out an exclamation of awe as the jeep drove through the city streets. It was a city as busy as New York yet it was not New York. The name of the city was unknown to Sarah. As a matter of fact, they reached there a little after sunset. The orange purplish sky has turned the city into a golden city. The streets were fraught with people, most of them clothed in business suits and classy outfits. Half of the city lights were reflecting in Sarah’s big, stunned eyes. Sarah had never been to a city before, only seen them in postcard and pictures. She was often moved by its night beauty.

With an anguish reluctance, her mind went back to the past. She recalled the days, the month, the years when she had sat down by her window, looking at the mountain with a sharp sadness and melancholy in her heart. Her friends, her cousins had all gone to parties, to family reunion yet she had never been allowed to participate in them. Often during these moments, she had envied the princesses in he