The Lost Traveller who has found her entourge again...

and for whom silence is the only companion.

As the rain fell into the night...




Now-a-days in the darkest of nights
As the rain falls softly outside
I sit by the window staring out
Expecting those magical moments
Once again, as they come and sit on my lap
And I start dreaming again.

Those days when I had stayed up in wait
And you slept not a wink
Lest I be frightened of the distance
When the rain fell and wet my hands
And you would catch a cold imitating me
When tucked in muffins we would lay
Submerged in happiness, of those bygone days.



Please do appreciate my sincere efforts.

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