© PratyashaDutta
My heart, as I would like to state,was like a library
Only it had no pillars, no chandeliers, no high and neat shelves of volumes, no glory.
Dark and dusty, walls of stone
And books with torn pages were all that it owned.
So many people walked in, thought it was a mystery
only to stumble in the dark for a few moments and finally walk away.
Everything changed, one day, when You walked in;
Stumbling yet slowly making your...