A day that passed like every other day;

But something seemed to be missing..

The voice unheard ever so far;

Came to my hearing…

***

I listened, I nodded, I spoke to the voice;

I still knew not what it was saying…

I moved around frayed and failed;

Not knowing why I was gloomy…

***

And then I heard it faintly;

When all the while it was screaming…

And then I heard it no more;

My voice had finally left me…

Divya Ranganath is a mix of two contradictions. She is both stable and quirky. Her take on life is simple – live it to know it. Having seen all facets of life and all kinds of people, she pens down everything she sees.  She loves clouds, walking in the rain, the desert, the plains and is a dreamer and a survivor. Well, if you are wondering what she does, apart from dreaming, she is a Product Marketing Manager at a large MNC, a theatre artist and an avid music lover.