In between the right and the wrong, their is a ground, which is very far, I will meet you their, we will talk, whatever we couldn’t talk ever, lots of words, which were unsaid, will flow their, the wait has been long and tedious, it probably might be the last, when we meet to never meet again. Far from the right and the wrong, their would be our meeting ground, for not to mark the closure, not to discuss, just to feel the unsaid, far away from here…