A spur of moment and the radiance on her face was washed off by the drops from paradise. She heard the rumbling of violent storms, but failed to recognize the source- whether it was her feeble heart that roared or the nature that thundered. The ambience of merriness around turned into howling screams that couldn’t be tolerated. Nature was in her full spring; bright, pleasant encounters everywhere but the rains made her sink deep down a dreary, dismal abyss. The void space embraced her with a gruesome alienation. Terrified, she looked up to the heaven hunting for answers. God smiled today, sardonically. The frontage view got blurred. It was hard to figure out whether the liquid sunshine barricaded the view or it were her tears that clouded the sight. She needed someone to hold her, to walk with her hand-in-hand and tell her things would be ironed out. Someone to seize her, comfort her, just when her feet started trembling and her confidence started taking the count. Showers f
Consciously read the words I write, for these are the words I fail to say.