She thought it was like any other day that the journey started.The inception was as clear as crystal;her urge to spend time with him was no less than that of the cloud desires to kiss the earth as droplets of rain.But gradually the ironed piece of cloth got shrinks to its shine and glamour.She started to gaze through the opaque mirror,both shattered and shivered;she understood this time the view was blank not due to the unspoken happiness but because of the silence that spaced them.The space has creeped in, like the stream flowing in between two banks.The warmth that they once shared,has turned into the chilled iceberg.Hours passed, but still she wasn't placed back to the center of the roof,from where she used to circulate the pleasant and ecstatic swirls of ambiance and he was never tired of floating his thoughts and imaginations in it.She was cornered at an extreme axis of the graph,with no hope to be seen again. The sign of detachment was obvious. The saga walked back from clinging arms to clasped palms to fingertips and finally the souls jumped apart.The bridge of love broke with no assurance of getting restored.She looked out of the window pane and could relate the houses,streets which were getting left behind to the good times that they had shared.The moon looked down and awed at the seperation. The happenings which were never meant to happen.