Sun drenched mornings that bask in the golden sunshine, walking with the tweeting and chirping birds, adorned with a shimmering blue sky above, filled with fragrances from rose, jasmine, violet and that of lily and the soothing breeze caressing it with tender touch, are indeed invigorating and exquisite. But did you ever feel the loneliness of the sky in such mornings? It shimmers yet remains quiescent, it is charming yet motionless. I feel the sky wait for her beloved in those mornings. But whom does the sky love?