It seemed as though a slight breeze protruded from the lips of the reciter. A light fragrance intertwined with the air. Powerful sounds could be heard from the reciter's lips.
Every word. Slowly. Deliberately.
With love.
With care.
Extra attention.
He sat there, with his eyes closed. The ripples of sounds having a deep impact upon the core of his soul.
A tear.
Just a small one.
Travelled.
Travelled.
Travelled down his face.
"It has been so long since this rain bird has experienced the rain"
Sobs.
Longing.
He fell in love.
In love with the Guroo
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥