Feeling the droplets of water & the silver pearls wobbling on the chest of the turf . When they felt a miss for "somebody" . They are the "Authors" . Walking on the lane of expectation and some built their envisage in hope of " their " return . These paper's inked with feeling of 'Ten Authors ' portraying their dejection, are some what lost in the oblivion. The work of fiction which made them dip in the ocean of love , sadness & hope. When the rain falls on the naked road, just drag yourself and feel the beads of water with your lids closed and surmise of whom you love.....