(Read Caption) Tranquillity hits the rock bottom when the sea shells, trumpets over the shore to stole the show from the audience watching us, making sand castles of hope. All eyes drifted with the sudden direction of wind blowing at the horizon. And we both left, watching each other's eyes in despair until the turmoil of uncried clouds fell and we both drenched in the shower of unheavenly promises. You sat beside me, reading "The fault in our Stars" while I was busy making the valley of sand castles alone. I cried your name to help me out, as the tides were destroying our Sea of hope. "Can you please stop reading." But you hung up on me like your silence. You kept turning the pages and I kept watching you. After every chapter you read, your eyes told a different story of compassion, devastating. I told you many times, you are not going to die, but all I could listen was the unheard chaos of sea and the crying voices of the driblets pouring on us, as if holding the trinities of words rhyming of togetherness. We never came back from the sea, but past came back running to me like a tomorrow. The still waves watched us in awe and we waited for seasons to reach us. "How do you tell if something's alive?" the winter on my lips asked to the autumn, I found in your eyes.
