The defining loss becomes the defining point of your life. In the light rising from grief, every falling teardrop of your heart turns to a pearl of wisdom.

Looking through the eyes of grief, listening to the voices that rise from the grave, you bloom to a bud who sees the light breaking through the night.

Until your heart has wept away in the rain of grief, you will fail to see--every loss leaves a beauty behind.

Gazing at the bygone past, and how it painted the sky of our souls, leaving behind the color of every moment, that passed us by. Isn't it wonderful? You now know, nothing ever was truly gone. The sky holds it all. The feelings you once felt in all those yesterdays, they tell their own tales. You realize, what you once created in love with others, never really left you behind.…...Jayita Bhattacharjee

The autumnal rain that pushed me to smell the essence of the falling leaves, the scent of rain that bears a story in its muffled pain......