The beauty of music is that at any point in time, each soul in the entire universe will find atleast one song dedicated to it. The passion of the soul and the sorrow of the melody together set forth a harmony, a resonance that shrouds the entire life force into a warm blanket of love that gives birth to another melody… and the cycle begins once again…

And it rained all night

It rained all night...
She perched on her broken swing and listened to Anjan Dutta crooning her favorite melody. He sang the song of rains and broken hearts, silent tears and moments gone by... She listened like an obedient child... She rocked... he hummed... they both were separated in their wistful mournings... but the universe had other plans...


They were oblivious.
And it rained all night...