Memoirs Of A Journey
The bag was packed
The flight ticket was folded neatly in one of the conspicuous part of your vanity bag
You were ready to depart;
Depart from the city, my apartment, may be my life…..
Leaving an empty vacuum…..
The mood in the room was somber
The rain was incessant and so were the tears
Tears of melancholy, tears of hope