This is neither a poem nor a short story related to any event or a character. This is a compilation of un-structured expressions of love and emotions when one goes through a state of incompleteness (void) in himself/herself affected by someone close and when the stories remain untold, the weight the emotions carry left unmeasured, when thousands of little efforts go unnoticed… Simply the excruciating, inexpressible pain that remains untold, remains along with you, forever in the soul.

I imagined her asking me “What is the most difficult thing in life?”
I said: To be a believer.
To cry in faith. ‘She...