I was standing in the corridor, gazing at the trees through the raindrops, which slowly increased in pace, and my view couldn't reach the trees. Even during those college days, my primary passion was writing. My friends walked past and suggested I join them for a short snack at the college canteen. I couldn't leave the rain behind with a poem taking shape. I advised my friends to carry on.

She was both an inspiration and a friend to me. Sometimes, I felt that if only she could understand me better. My poetry needed a character, and her image appeared in my thoughts. Now, the stanza and the words were starting to take shape in my head, and the rhyme was falling into place flawlessly, just like each drop of rain. Suddenly, I sensed a lovely fragrance behind me, and I heard her voice, "Hey Krish, what’s taking shape in your mind?
My heart skipped a beat!
© Krishnan
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