They say souls have a red string, That connects them through Dimensions beyond our comprehension.

A thread in the fabric of time

Sewing curtains of love In countless past lives, we forget, Like dainty dreams and the silver line. Invisible to the naked eye, Absent from the human touch, It still intertwines the souls, And pulls the vessels from their necks, Until their heart collides. So I stay here pulling thin air, In hopes, that I will find you, On the other end Abhigya Shrestha Class: X ‘A’ Rato Bangala School, Patan