Itwas autumn and the man was going on his evening walk. The dry leaves were falling from the trees and making a carpet of brown and red patterns on the ground and it made such a crackling noise as you walked over it.

 It was an overcast sky and the wind was as cold as the sky. There were a shivers all round and the man blew on his cold hands and put them in the warmth of his inside pockets. He was trying to bear up the sight of the gray surroundings and the grayness of his heart.

He thought he heard the sound of weeping and muffled sobs which sounded as if coming from a female. He moved to a grove of trees and looked through the branches and surely enough there was a woman sitting on the ground crying. He moved closer to that comely figure and addressed her. The figure uncoiled itself

 She was a maiden lovely as a morning flower drenched in fresh dew and drops of water were sliding down her delicate cheeks. Attracted by her autumnal beauty, the man moved nearer and asked who she was and how she came to be alone in that wilderness.

She told him that she was from an alien land and was wandering about in her pleasure garden but lost her way and ended up here. She was hungry and weary and was sure she was going to die unless some kind soul felt pity for her and took care of her.

She shone like a new moon in the darkness of his soul.

‘Such fair lady shall not die and will take care of her.’ Said the man gazing ardently on her beauty. He held her hand and lifted her up and started leading her towards his home, which being on the other side of the hill. A fierce wind blew untangling her long hair and blowing her garments but he held on to warm body of her and drew some consolation away from the dreary shadows of evening surrounding him.

He had a little cottage at the end of the small village and led her into it and made her sleep on a newly made soft couch and watched her while she slept deeply, out of her tiredness. He felt her little breaths coming and going and elevations and depressions of her sweet bosom. He lost himself in that fragrant world. for the time being. He listened to her sighs and moans through the cold metallic autumn outside and the steely winter inside.