Grief

An anguished heart that was shattered into thousand pieces made a pact with the wind and the wind decided to carry a piecewith it every time it blew to a new direction. One day, a small piece of the heart was blowing with the wind, silently sighing with the rustle of the leaves when it reached an unknown place. It was a cloudless hot scorching sun and no soul walked on the earth. The heart (that small piece) made this deserted place its home and started living there. People from the neighbouring area heard an unusual melody being blown in by the wind. Everytime it passed near them, time halted and every person waited to hear the melody. But as soon as the wind direction changed, people forgot all about the song and the tears it made them shed.
Such is the story of grief, it strikes all heart but it doesn't linger in any heart for long. This time it has struck my heart but I know I've to wait for the wind to blow it in the different direction when the season changes.But when will the season change? How long does it take for the season of the heart to change? A lifetime?