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I must have been in deep sleep

For, when I opened my eyes

I could not remember a thing

The room was empty

Totally void…

But for an air of solitude!

And a warm fire for company.

I tried hard, but I could not feel

I could not smile, nor could I cry

Not a single emotion could I remember…

And I lay back on the floor,

Closing my eyes again

Tried to sing myself a lullaby…

Just then, a ray of sunshine flooded the room

And so did my memory.

Unbearable was the pain…

I wanted to be left to myself

In the dark

Just be on my own

And celebrate my solitude

All alone…

With just my memories,

And the magnificent fire for company

In that empty room…

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A freelance journalist by profession and a writer by passion. Born and brought up in Tezpur, Assam. An alumni of Tezpur University. An active member of the Rotaract Club of Tezpur Yuva. True to the characteristics of a true Geminian, she is an ardent communicator, loves to talk and spends her time watching movies, reading novels and indulging in creative writing. A lover of music and pursues singing as a hobby. An optimist by nature and loves to wear a smile on her face. She can also be reached at her website Misteerious Mind(mistee9.wordpress.com.)