"White Because her existence was an adjective and he was her noun. She was the imprint and he, her nostalgia. She was the resonance and he, her emotional string. She was words and he, her language. She was music and he, her melody. She was the mood and he, temperament. She was freedom and he, her respect. She was the season and he, her change. She was fever and he, her heat. She was monotony and he, her vacation. She was inertia and he, her motion. She was a crevasse and he, her depth. She was parched earth and he, her monsoon. She was, above all, a creation and he, her destiny. She always wants to be his but can't be. He is alone & She is no more... ©Chanchal Kumar Singh "