Say it as it is by Pallavi

                      WHY?? Why someone hurts me               and I remember you? Why I laugh               and I think of you? Why all the wisdom I have              makes me proud of you? Why, they say, I look pretty              and I picture you? Why fragrances beg me              to take back to you? Why the words I read             let me drift back to a book of you? Why they talk about love            and I feel betrayed by you? Why each time they call my name               and I grab a piece of you? Why there is this world               and I am not with you? Why, My Papa, why this little glass doll of ...

I ran. I kept running. Breathless, panic-stricken, desperate to reach there. It was raining with a thunderstorm. I was thoroughly soaked. I couldn't see anything in dead night's pitch black dread. Yet, with bare feet, I ran.                                        I didn't need to see the street signs to go there.Because, I was going home. I knew, my feet knew, how to proceed.My feet could sense the way home.I was scared. I was trying to keep everything behind and have that shelter again.                                    And finally, I was there.I reached. But, it was not there. It was the same street, same turn, same neighborhood, same place. But, I couldn't find my home. As if someone in the fairytale has lifted it up and placed somewhere else.Where, I didn't know. And started, I started cry...