Tour-Detour #BlogchatterBlogHop
Journal Date: 25/05/25 The DeTour This isn't what I planned for today. I had chalked out ideas in my mind to write something else, but the sudden knock at the door slightly distracted me. The pitter-patter of raindrops played a soothing rhythm, a melody very close to my heart. Every time it reminds me of your voice when you recited your poems. Your voice – going up and down in a rhythm, the most cherished music I have ever heard, that created ripples in my steel-cold heart. Every time you looked at me, my heart felt like indulging in a duet with your spoken words. The postman came to deliver a letter. A letter that I had been expecting for a long time, once upon a time, but then I erased it from my memory. Was it important? Yes, but when you wait for something for so long, your wait turns to despair at first, and then you slowly adjust to that state of waiting, and you no longer feel the urge to wait around. And the wait gradually gets removed from your mind. I wish I...