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Troyee Basu

Abstract Drama

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Troyee Basu

Abstract Drama

November Mist

November Mist

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It was autumn,

The time when trees shed their leaves off.

Here one day, it was she,

She never did like the rain

But after a long day,

she was returning home

lonely and exhausted.

When a voice was lingering from behind

maybe it was an angel or her inner soul

trying to tell her something,

maybe it was telling that

life is all about chances.


The sky was all pink and a little cloudy

She was trying not to hear the voice

but that voice was there in its own way.

It was November,

and it rained on her way home.

She got all drenched in that rain

knowing that she hated the rain always

knowingly and soulfully.

It was a sweet November that came to her mind,

that evening at that very moment.

She was embracing the raindrops.


After she reached,

she was asked how did she get wet all the way like that

Only did she tell that,

she got wet by a car driven by on her way home.

As she was scared of getting caught

or was afraid of getting scolded.


The sky was pink and a little cloudy

The rain and its everything still

all reminds her of that voice

It was a sweet November evening,

she knows underneath till date.



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