why the rainy evening reminds me my solitude, absence of symbiosis, i don't know falling down of the book from the bookshelf was accidental, not my canvass of thoughts looking out for the cocoon of your love! the old book you gave me years back, a gift or an enrapturing memento to caress me much later God knows! a garden of autumn just followed me wherever my reminiscences went, coupled with the rainy winds what a picturesque fragrance.. of you..hovering near me! i noticed the last page, the flyleaf unwritten,blank the pure white color has turned into off white like an overcast sky hiding the sun of subdued feelings, reinforcing the years gone by or 'the time heals' consolation perfectly ensconced! i wanted to write something on the blank flyleaf not for calligraphy or origami, but for meeting you, right there in the flyleaf itself! but could not write much, except your name and " God bless you ever"