I wait for you in this city like a heart longing for its breath. I stand amidst these rushes, like a precious stone you missed to collect. Waiting for you to come back, to take me into your soul's whisperings, I yearn for that shelter of infinite depth. I look beyond the window panes of this bookstore, just incase I could see you waving from the other side of the road. "Can I find you anything?" an old man here enquires. "Yes, please. The other side of me" I right away say. He strolls to where the fictions lay, as my eyelids fall, with earnest dismay.