# Day 17
The yellow bloom is still there in the neighbour's balcony. They have gone to their native- West Bengal. As I stood chatting with my brother in my balcony the bloom sways in the wind and seemed to tease me about my yesterday's gloomy thoughts.Inadvertently, I smiled. My brother ,a practical IT guy and younger to me by 7 years asked 'what?' I blushed without reason and said nothing.Moments like this make a Happy Day.