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I was on my way to daisy's house.  Ah..! Daisy!!!she is my childhood friend. It is her birthday today so I stopped by a beautiful flower shop  to buy her flowers as a birthday gift, it became more like a birthday tradition.  ' The Secret Garden'  was written in Kimberly style in golden colour on the Glass of white framed Door. On the both sides of the shop were many different beautiful flowers, dried flowers of different colours surrounded the door beautifully which gave it an aesthetic look. after admiring the view in front of me for a while a pushed the door open and met with the sound of bell chime and Hundreds of flowers smiling at me. I inhaled deeply and The Mixed fragrance of different flowers filled my lungs. The sweet smell made me little dizzy. There were rows for each colour with different flowers in it. My eyes fell upon  White row filled with Peonies, lilies Carnations and  what not and then my gaze fell upon the Daisies. ' Perfect ' I said to ...

I was lying on fresh green grass on top of a small hill under a cherry blossom tree, I had my legs crossed, arms open. I felt the freshness of the grass on my skin, hair sprawled and eyes closed. A light breeze making  Tree branches dance in a rhythm. I can feel Beautiful soft petals of Sakura flowers falling on my face. I heard  a familiar melody , it was sweet and soft , it felt like someone was playing Claire de Lune by Debussy somewhere in  distance. It Made me feel like I was floating in the air , as if I was pushed in a  whole different world. It went on for a while and then suddenly It turned into a stream of unlikable tunes of Continuous tttt..ttt..tttt.. !!! making me fall on the ground with a loud painful thud ! making me realise it is time to wake up.      My roommate seemed less interested when I retold  her about my dream in details, she said I hear Claire de Lune because I hear it everyday before going to sleep which...