By Shonil Gramopadhye
Our paths converged unexpectedly, as though fate was orchestrating our encounter.
Our steps entwined a narrative, where destiny unfolded pages of life's unforeseen melody around her.
She seemed to be the chosen note, but life, the maestro, composed a different symphony around her.
A chapter painted with the notes of chance and choice, in the tapestry of time around her.
As the curtains fell, our duet faded into the echoes of 'what could've been' around her.
Life's composition played its last chords, leaving behind a melancholic melody that lingers in the silence around her.
By Shonil Gramopadhye
Hope*
Sorry forgot the p
Hoe you win