At the pantry,during a tea break, they all heard me hum..I knew that they would ask me to sing out aloud and i knew that then,i would even stop humming..

Sometimes when i hum a tune, I portray you in my mind..you would ask me neither to be louder nor would you ask me to change my song....You would wait till i hummed a tune and you would listen with a dreamy intent gaze and a tender smile on your lips..losing yourself in the tune till you find me somewhere there,as lost as you..