I sit here surrounded not by humans although with those endless thoughts that are echoing in my head since last night post your departure. Hey Little Angle!! I write here sitting, for you, under the sky talking to clouds and asking them about your well-being. Just been 24 hours you had left home to kick off your new life. However it still seems to be a dream to acknowledge the fact that you are now officially a woman. A girl who just few hours back was the most pampered kid of the home now is a wife to someone whom you would tag as your LIFE. The time has flown with Godspeed. The night sky doesn't talk and the day doesn't let me communicate my emotions well. It would be hard to steal time in the years following. We do not share blood relation. The amount of love and care you have been blessed by your own people is much more than I could have, solely, blessed you with. All I could have done last night was to be a part of the group of people who came forward to bid you farewell
The old books While being read A wish to have a glimpse Of the same old look While the life was still being spent. Untouched, Unseen The finest art stored in the gallery. In those jukebox of memories I still keep fresh The clicked pictures Beautifying the gatherings. The narrations That needed no definitions The finest timings Witnessed the all time appreciation. Moving on to the next station Looking back? The life denied those deviations. The art work The alternate - the lamination Confused - For who's gonna do the animation!! The failed voiceovers Failures to discover The linings read - It's a stop for the story was now over.