October 14, 2024 "Editor's Choice" There's always a humming song, a soft whisper through the air, its melody dances shadow-like, space between breaths to fill with air, words enclosed in mystery, but oh, how they ring, like little raindrops on windowpanes, each note a heartbeat, each pause a sigh. Musicians have not trod there, wherein silence rocks the unspoken, wherein echoes of the heart take refuge in the unspoken. Yet here, within these vibrations, I find the warmth of longing, the familiar embracing dreams, wrapped in the fabric of twilight. I am romantic once again, lost in the reverie of the unseen; all the world blurs into hues of gold. And with every whispered refrain, I yearn for the warmth once again, the touch of a hand, the glow of a smile, as the song continues, humming softly, reminding me of everything I thought I had forgotten. © PRAMOD GANGADHARAN
India