continuing with the theme romance..there is romance everywhere in this planet earth,encountered by most of us,most of the time.
the whiff of cool breeze before sunrise
the aroma of coffee,
the walk taken in the park,
the pristine dewdrops over the blades of grass,
the first rays of sun,
the dancing leaves and branches of the tree,
the calf following its mother,
roads stewrn with the petals of gulmohar,
kids smartly turned out in the busstands,
the labrador waiting at the gates to receive the kids from school,
the kids crying at their lost lunch boxes,is romance personified,
pink flowers bursting in clusters,
the cold shower we take,
beautiful girls with jasmine,running towards the temple,
the beautiful strains of the morning shlokas
divine voice of MS pervading the colony,
frothy waves lashing the rocks,
how graceful the coconut tree sways,
the mist calming our senses,
the warmth of the fire,
the color  orange of the flame,
girls running with trinklets in the corridors of temples,
lord ganesha hearing to prayers of the kids going to the exams,
holidays is one great romantic moment,
going to a rare movie with cousins,and munching popkorns in the hall,
the beauty of the quaint little church,
the beauty in the movements of the humming bird,
the romance of a tasty lunch,
the sudden showers,
the aroma of a butta fried,
tears rolling down heriones face,in our neighbourhood talkies,
the warmth of the blanket,we cover ourselves with,
above all,the glamour of the starlit sky
the romance of sharing our views,with people unknown in the net,
the aura of romance is all pervading,shall i add
the rustle of silk,the beauty of the wide eyes,with kajal applied,
the giggle of the girls,the manly gait of him,
the lingering memories of my friends,
neighbour,toddler boy with kajal in his eyes,looking at passing cars,
little munna covers shyly,when pointed out that he isnt wearing his shorts,
girl in her new pink frock,so proudly showing it to all neighbours,
even innocense is so romantic,
grandpa's bringing sugarcane for his grandchildren,like a trophy,
and he saves,the small coins for his granddaughters wedding,
even sadness is so romantic sometimes,
the giggle of the college girls,discussing their fav heroes,isnt it romantic,
i miss my father so much,a tear for him is also romantic,
the grace with witch,she types out is also romantic,
the softness of the chiffon,the floral perfume she wears is so romantic, 
the candle light,
the shimmer in the glass of wine,
the colored bulbs around the christmas tree,
the beatific smile of lord buddha,
beauty itself is so romantic,
and can anyone forget the romance of the setting sun,
the new leaf thats born in my terrace,
the adamance and the cry of the little ones,
the warm hug of her mother latter is so refreshing,
the small gifts presented to sister,
the prayer of hers for the success of her brother,
aint everything done in innocence n sincerity
is beautiful and romantic,
and everything and everyone is so beautiful.