"Crying has become your hobby", he said I hung up, kept crying, went to bed Kept crying this morning in the train Tears continued to flow in the rain... Suddenly, in the rain, the rain very same Saw a little girl playing an innocent game With a fallen sari of her mother, happy galore Not knowing, she didn't have a home anymore I cried again, crying being my hobby Reminded of a book, read in my marble floored lobby What Colette says with a lot of conviction, Love is not an honorable emotion!