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

With time, through your loss, you begin to see a light in your crevice--the light that can heal so many buried bruises--an untold story that somehow trembles and finds a way through your heart to your pen. And as the world reads it, a light begins to rise in the sky.

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......

A writer is someone who feels the feelings and journals through words from despair into dreams to create a world where every loss turns to a stepping stone every betrayal to a lesson learned and the darkness turns to the gold of morn, a writer is someone, who feels passion and trembles with words, to create the wine of soul, a writer is someone who lowers her eyelashes, yet, says her story to this world..................Jayita Bhattacharjee