Lonely soul

She was standing alone on the pavilion. That night it was raining heavily. Still, she refused to step back and let her body soak under the faucet of filament. The rain was furious. Although after watching her withered soul, the rain couldn't help but embrace her gently. Her beautiful black eyes filled with tides of emotions. The little mole under her right eye was making her look more adorable. However, it was sad that tears were smudging her kajal under the eyes. It was hard to distinguish between teardrops and raindrops on her snow-white face. Her soaked clothes stuck to her body were revealing her obscure feminine curve under the rosy rouge. Her pink lips have paled since she drank the wine of woes. In an attempt to console her soul, the raindrops were kissing her petal-like soft face gently. She wanted to soak her body in the rain and absorb its coldness under her skin. No matter how hard she embraced the solitude on that rainy night. Still, she felt hollow inside. There was nobody to listen to the lamentation of this lonely soul. 

Suddenly amidst the forest, she heard the melody of the Bamboo flute. 

........to be continued.