She listened attentively to the sound of raindrops, trying to weave a rhythm in her mind. Born blind, she lives in complete darkness. Somehow, every time the raindrops hit her window panes, it lights up her world.
She heard his loafers making its way towards her. As he brushed her hair, their scent converges into one. She held on to his arm and placed his hand on her lap while singing a lullaby. He couldn’t hear a thing but from the tapping of her fingers on his chest, he could feel the beat.
“Music must be something beautiful” he thought