I brought my bicycle slowly and noiselessly and stood across the lane waiting for my day to actually begin. My day doesn't begin with the alarm clock ringing in my ears or sight of tooth brush and toothpaste or taste of hot coffee; It always begins when I see her across the lane with her pink bicycle walking along parallel lanes. Till then I am just 'sleep walking'. what better way to start the day than this! Watching her hair bounce falling over her shoulders in a rhythm, my eyes open widely taking in the sun's first rays. And I wake up from my deep slumber just at the right time to save myself from tumbling down with my bicycle. I ask at that waking moment 'When would you turn to look back at me my mysterious love?' She walks straight ahead. No, she doesn't see me.