Post-4

And she gets up from the bed and goes to the kitchen. From there a large steel plate and two large teaspoons brings. Then comes and sits on this bed. She holds the plate right in front of her, making a light, sweet sizzle with those two spoons.

The parrot also joins Anila, starting to whistle beautifully along with the combustion. The wind also supports them, an instrument starts making a sound from the leaves of the neem tree. A rhythm is created in the whole environment at that time.

With this rhythm, Anila starts singing that song in her melodious voice slowly and in a very beautiful way. Sitting on this bed, it sways gently and sings.

You are more beautiful in this universe.

You are the moon of fourteenth night for me.

You are more beautiful in this universe.

You are more beautiful in this universe.

You are the moon of fourteenth night for me.

You are my heartbeat.

You are the comfort of my soul.

You are the joy in my life.

You are the light of my eyes.

You are the softness of my breath.

You are the peace of my life.

You are the spring of my mind.

You are the apple of my eyes.

You are my world, I love you.

You are my heart's desire.

You are the fragrance of all flowers.

You are the freshness of the garden.

You are shining of the sun.

You are light of the moon.

Sweat smell of the earth you are.

You are the galaxy of stars.

Continued on Post-5