Time is dynamic, and never remains the same..exactly the way a garden does not ever remain blooming .. Different flowers, varieties of fragrance, blossoming and refulgent or pale withered stooping flowers with numerous mix of shades of seven colors of the spectrum are continuing their traveling from autumn to spring since time immemorial. A peculiar rhythm and timbre appear to be present in the existence of a garden ... Quite possibly in its absence, Nature might cover itself with a deserted and desolate outlook. We do occur as the flowers of the Arcadia of God... Decorated with different colors, shapes, and elegance...some rather decked with smiling tone while some others with the dull withered countenance.; Gulshan is a wave of breeze bedecked with flowers in the form of words entwined with emotions with its various distinct aspects that might please your inner self with the fragrance embedded in the braids of Time....and We after finding ourselves along with you in this Arcade of God, might feel blessed to pray for our thankfulness in the following verse..