"Ayan sat alone in the cafe. Elara didn't come today. Outside the window, the sky looked even greyer, just like the blank pages of Ayan's sketchbook. He kept glancing at the door; every footstep made him think Elara had finally arrived."
"He looked at the incomplete sketch of Elara in his diary. Ayan realized he hadn't just fallen in love with a poem; he had fallen for the person whose absence made this cafe feel so strangely unfamiliar today. He typed on his phone, 'Has the poetry lost its way today?'"
"Suddenly, his phone screen lit up. A message from an unknown number— 'Some poems are better left missing, so that someone at least yearns to find them.' A faint smile appeared on Ayan's lips. He knew Elara was watching him from somewhere close.