Aah one more twenty seventh January, another sorrowful night, another test of life,
Sighing heavily he drew the window curtains aside, outside the night was soaked half way, continuous steady pouring since last evening had turned tge dry January winter suddenly cold, outside weather wasn't different from his inner complexion of his emotions, in fact the inner emotional canvas was extremely difficult, outside the window there was a soft gentle rhythm of pouring rain but inside his mindset there was an outstanding outpour absolutely different experience because of the burning sorrow that had nestled there for years giving him pain and sleepless nights, a feeling of guilt was cutting his soul to pieces
Tears spilled out trailing down his cheeks leaving their traces to get absorbed into his outfit somewhere, these tears are like companions always present to share your secluded sorrow drowning your fuming hurt to lessen it to half dividing all your painful experiences
He heard a sound beside him, he turned to see shumaila standing there with a coffee tray
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