It was rainy day, with a hot darjeeling tea, warm striped blanket and polka dot socks. One perfect moment to read stories for cats.

It was still raining. As her cat looked outside the window where the raindrops fell on to the monstera leaves, she put that furry little thing on her lap and continued reading the stories.

You are not my first love and you are not my first loss. But you are a chapter from the book of my life that i have a bookmark on.