Enchantment of Words and Lures of a Hope.

A tiny smile spreads,

As another message beeps.

Like a simple enchantment,

In words, we speak.

Some delight develops,

And, fills their sober heart.

Under the shadows of the night,

There sings a chorus in their hearts.

Like the stars that stir,

Talking as they twinkle;

The lovers, underneath,

The stars, they resemble.

Into the early lights of dawn,

Forgotten were the hours for slumber.

The smile spreads longer,

As the phone beeps again.

Beneath the moon,

That both share.

In faraway places,

Their hearts briefly despair.

In notes of silence of a lingering wait,

A ballad of affection slowly creates.

And so returns the smile,

With lures of words and a hope.

Swati Jain

Going Away

So, I recently shifted studies for reasons pertaining to my education. The city I've shifted to has this feeling of age, if you know what I mean. I look down from my balcony and I feel that the hospital next door has been here for centuries, with its generator groaning continuously, day and night, until it becomes silence itself. 

The birds don't stop chirping here. The dogs bark all night. People start yelling at 5 AM in the morning, which is how I wake up. It rains every afternoon here. The people are so, so kind and helpful. 

While I still dream of Sattal, this is a place that I have fallen in love with very quickly. I've found few but good friends here ( a real feat for me, considering how shy and reserved I am) and I'm loving my course, my readings (even if it's Dickens's Bleak House). 

This city isn't home, though. I have only gone away from it. This city has the potential to be my home, and I'm scared it will be, because I already have a home. 

My home is where the people I love live: my family, my friends (D, A, R). And I make this post today as a sudden bout of nostalgia hits me. God, I miss you guys. 

On this note, I end this post because I'm about to burst into tears. 

Till next time!

Yours, 
Orange