The familiar fragrance of saffrons and roses in the air invaded my senses as I stepped into the garden that I lately spent my time with. When I heard her familiar soft hum, a gentle smile spread across my lips.

“My dear, why don’t you take a short break? I already have the maids to prepare us for some tea.” I beckon her to come closer, so I can see the face who has been visiting my dreams for months now.

She made me feel warm again. The desire to love another woman after my wife’s passing.