she was gone br the rain stopped br and sun got its shine renovated br with sinking heart and heavy feet br I stepped back br left my soul at her door br o’ I forgot to ask her name br Kamran! br how stupid you are? br should I go back? br no, what would she think? br what would I say? br whom I want to meet? br “a beauty I met in the rain” br o’ you fool Kamran! br you didn’t even ask her contact number br she told you nothing br and you left your invisible soul br at her door as a souvenir br which she would never see br and where in the world br you expect that she would feel for you br br with such dismal thoughts in my head br I reached, where I parked my car br and got shocked br you here! ! ! br yes I want to ask you something br okay go ahead br will you hold my hand till my last breath? br I smiled br and it started raining again br I held her left hand in my right one br and started walking to the river of Lethe* br br br br River of Lethe*: Lethe is the river of oblivion or forgetfulness in the Underworld in Greek mythology. The dead would drink the waters of Lethe to forget their earthly existence.