“ She entered my life like the rainy clouds that come in front of the scorching sun. I was standing in the hope that maybe one day her love would be showered on me, but just like the rainy clouds, her love was also like a cold comfort. I prayed, I pleased, I smiled, I valued, I gazed at her. But she showered her love where she wasn't valued, where she wasn't even pleased. ©akshitsaxena ”