ashna ajnabi

...like   untrue friends the mood of the weather changed unpredictably, what did not change   and remained unchanged was the inner  complexion of the soul , all outer changes were meaningless completely  because the heavy heart stayed   only in sorrowful autumn

This moment also she was there by her windiw standing  mournful and sad, the window opened on the riad  as she watcged the sky shedding tears, traffic  moved at snail s pace  the scebe was drrenched in  the falling rain, people  running around drenched dripping here and there, embracing the entire scenery she stoid still in complete overwhelming silence, as if trying to find herself amidst them all