Peeping through the window…
Clumsy rain brings.…
A day long memory….
Which seems too old…
“Wait… Let me go through the summary..”
I told it hastily….
….
Pages after pages of you ….
Not a chapter of mine to read….
"Are you there???" asked me...
Or may be..
Just the sound of tricky wind….
Now I can hear the signs…
Outside it is the rain….
.
And inside....
The wind-chimes…
…..Chaitali.
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