The parched meadow blossomed in her exalted presence. The dark alley, lit up by her glow, becalmed the raging waters that stopped by to watch and admire. Vapid stones came to life and becoming gossamer as feathers, rose to adorn the environs in a million colours and danced agog in delight. Placid hearts, stirred by her dazzle, showered eulogies on her pulchritude and sounded bells of cosmic consonance as the stunned watcher, overwhelmed by the celestial turn of events, heard the winged nomads sing their joy in celebration as unearthed itself to the surface had an elusive gem in a whimsical paradise.
TIGGA TALES 