Get well soon, honey

Here I am, sitting at the terrace. My eyes fixed at the western direction where I can sense some artist from the heaven is busy painting the sky. 'The masterpiece' is what I want to term it. The scene of sunset aided with the gentle blow of cool wind and the freshly made mango 'lassi'.What more would one want at the evening?

The bright sun is about to bid me goodbye. And how charming it is when resting beneath the mountains. The sparkling sun gently turns its colour to dark orange painting it's surrounding with a charming blend of colours. And then it turns reddish making the large canvas of the sky more alluring. After that, the sun slowly hides behind the mountains turning the world, gray. And finally, the world turns black. But it's not the end, the sun rises tomorrow to chase all the gloominess; all the fears. The world goes merry again. Life is all about colours as shown by the sun.

Right now, Miss Snookum is ill. She might be feeling gray or black. But I am here for her as her sun who will bring different colours to her life. Sometimes she may feel that I am not around her when the world goes dark. But I am always present, being a moon or the stars shining right at the darkest of nights.

After the darkness, comes the bright day, love. Do not worry Miss Snookum. I am here for you and you will be alright soon. Get well soon honey. The world is missing the cutest smile.

I love you :)

-Mr. Sour Apple