The advent of dawn pricked Gowri’s dreams and woke her up with a sense of expectation.
She stood and tiptoed down the stairs,
Went outside and stared at the misty mountains,
Absorbed by the mornings silence.
Her breath formed a white plume in the air,
She felt warm for her heart throbbed with excitement and eagerness.
It was wonderful.
An occasional ghostly plume of smoke that rose from the crown of mountains soon faded into Clear air.
Once absorbed thoughts and memories
Of him in pain
Are now a sigh of relief.
She felt a new existence of enthusiasm and emotions of self-love.
Riddle’s of heart were solved,
Back to her dreams she wiggled on the bed with joy.
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