The knock on the door was soft and gentle, too soft and too gentle, one would doubt if it was at all intended to be heard, but then one who has been in for long, and who is waiting, for too long, is no longer hopeful at all, just hanging on to a weak thread, against all hopes, still listening intently for that knock, only he can hear,

Life does have a way of answering your call, against all odds…

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