You came in like a long awaited cold breeze in the midst of all the heat. Soothing the inner self as well as giving a sense of relief, and for a moment confusing oneself that the heatwave is over. Little did he know, that you were a wind, which cannot be tamed. Wild, free and at times chaotic.
Your presence is still felt. Hope is still strong that the cold wind will still blow. Only this time he's standing there with a jar in his hand, hoping to get hold of anything he can while you blow past him again. You give him hope. You give him a sense of joy. You're a Saviour. - Gaurav Uchil