Monsoon of Memories

In the heart of the monsoon, some stories find their way back to where they

started. Anjali had waited many years for this single, rain soaked evening

to finally arrive. And there he was, a man from her past,

now standing right before her. Words were no longer needed when the heart finally

spoke so clearly in the silence. A love rekindled, washed clean by the falling sky

and the pouring rain. Because some moments, once found, are simply meant

to last forever in our hearts.