Jeera

In the realm of wanderers and peddlers, there exists an enigmatic figure, an elderly fellow whose tales unravel like delicate silk. Though time has bestowed upon him a crown of silver, his spirit remains undaunted. With a cunning demeanor and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he roams the lands, captivating hearts with his charismatic wit, his slick black hair cascading like shadows of forgotten dreams. And, oh, the rose! A symbol of his ardent pursuits, forever nestled behind his right ear, a fragrant secret shared only with those who dare to succumb to his seductive allure.