Riya, sat there idle. she doesn't know or to want to know, what else can make her poetic journey continue.

"You been dull for a year and now, change" I said, I lack emotions but seeing her like this wasn't my thing.

"I don't know why I write or what made me stop writing, I don't even have a trama or black incident. I just spell-bounded I feel pain in every bliss I touch, writing was my cure"...