Listen to the Cupid.

Crowded Campus. Early Winter’s eve, Inching towards a beautiful Dusk. Two absent-minded figures hurry through the jostling masses. Unknowingly, towards each other, Towards the inevitable. BUMP! THUD! To the ground. Bodies fall, Books fly. He had been humming a favourite tune of old, Mind lost in Melody. Weaving She had been, Words out of thin…