NOVEMBER RAIN

Feeling the droplets of water & the silver pearls wobbling on the chest of the turf . When they felt a miss for somebody . They are the Authors . Walking on the lane of expectation and some built their envisage in hope of their return . These papers inked with feeling of Ten Authors portraying their dejection are some what lost in the oblivion. The work of fiction which made them dip in the ocean of love sadness & hope. When the rain falls on the naked road just drag yourself and feel the beads of water with your lids closed and surmise of whom you love.....