On a winter morning soothing rays of sun kissing the mien of mountains with zephyr of zeal whispering the haikus of hope, birds chirping love sonnets anticipating for pleasant primrose to blossom. The lake smothered with hyacinths with whiteness of swans adorning the scenic beauty of nature enchanting the earthlings. After almost a week, glimpse of sun could be observed. Everyone was eager to preserve this charm of mother nature so it was crowded near the lake. Houses were abandoned for some hours providing them some moments of silence. There was one sitting on the window still attempting to engulp all the sentiments his sight and brain could decipher at the moment. He brought his diary and pen along with the hot cup of tea. He didn't write diaries daily but whenever he could find time he liked to scribble his heart on the plain sheets. He kept his diary aside and gazed through the window while finishing his tea. He could see people in groups: children playing football, a group of teens cracking jokes and laughing, a bunch of elders with their newspapers which was just for the namesake instead they were seemed to discuss their views on some topic. Switching his sights, eventually he descried a girl standing near the yellow painted railings of the lake. He could barely see her face from here but still could feel that even in the cacophony of the crowd she was only listening to whisper of wind and observing it to ripple the water like the thoughts were rippling emotions in her heart. He could feel that there was something disturbing her. He was an introvert it was most difficult for him to interact with the strangers but don't know why he put his mug aside unfinished and just walked downstairs towards there. As he approached at the lake, he tried to say 'Hi' but couldn't utter. He lacked the courage to even say a 'Hiii'. In a moment she returned to the present, and saw a guy standing beside her, he understood he wants to initiate the conversation but was failed due to nervousness. She smiled, he also smiled and now he said 'Hiii'. She replied in 'hello' and they started conversating about their introduction and then about the morning. It's difficult to believe but introvert and the lost girl both were laughing after 10 minutes. In the mean time he saw a hawker selling blackberries in the winters, they awwed over this, getting a fruit of monsoon in winters that too here on the hills. She was fond of blackberries, so they bought some and ate together cracking jokes. The whole day had passed standing there at the lake. He told his home pointing towards and she told she lived down the hill side and sometimes used to come to perceive nature's bewitching beauty. He offered to walk with her towards her home but she said ' it's ok. It's not too late' and they bid goodbye for the day.