A few months back, I sat with my lover in Lodhi garden, under the shade of an autumn tree. Its branches were spread out like open arms, it’s fallen leaves caressing the mellow ground. Once in a while, the breeze would rustle the leaves, resonating with the whispers of lovers around us. If you tuned into it enough, you could hear the revving sounds of vehicles from far away. My head on my love’s shoulder, my hand in hers, I could hear my heartbeat echoing through my body in a calm embrace. The air seemed to drop the fragrance of jasmine to the musky ground, like fairies talking to flowers. A leaf fell on my head, tingled with my hair, and slipped off me to hug the ground. I imagine it playing out its turn like a helpless human to a violin. Her warm neck smelled of the itra which I was quick to recognise by now. I closed my eyes for a while, and found myself wishing for the same thing; Five minutes more.