Her voice is tickle inside the void of my heart.
Her tantrums are like a push of the powerful wind from the hill.
Her calling is like my personal brand of sweet like a jalebi.
Her Cry is like thunder crushing my soul.
Her longing is like rubberband tugging from miles.
Her absence is like missing of breath.
Her maturity is like of goddess kali.
Her memory is like moments of radha and krishna....
She IS kali and she belongs to kali only.....