Those 8.3 minutes...
That winter morning, I waited for it to reach my window, Every moment felt like eternity, it just reached my window pane, and my pains vanished, the birds who were waiting like me, flew together, in lovely patterns, which just happened. There was joy, as the sun reached the earth, the flowers opened up again, in those long 8.3 minutes! (- Khs, November, Delhi)