Spots of Time. A Romantic Story. By Siddhant Sankar. © _________________________________________ Love is when two lovers spend time in a realm different to the diurnal. Love is when you wake up clueless, with the birds, the scenes, the twirled green still with the obsolete, the window view, the cherubs trilling like splashing from all about to being splayed about, the same light rekindling new warmths, love blossoms when you take her out to walks, when all are chasing and getting their money back in their dreams, love sprouts like the fern, when you run, catch, release, run, board, sit, walk again and spin yarns by the stream while brooding over unintelligible things. Love is magic, love is real. ________________________________________ What happens when there's a certain transformation in the transmission of time? Read an ongoing narrative of a misguided author taking in the reins to transpire a story of love where he finds her only in dismantling. Dismantling the prejudices, the nuances, the normative and the procedures, in terms to the ways of the world through adopting the masque of different avatars. Hope the reader reels in to this side of a fountain, imagining how subtly a marble statue could sell sagas. The theme of the story is ofcourse, time travel. Comments are welcome. #spotsoftime