The Last Bird
Only when the last bird will take its flight, the entire humankind will cheer, weep and applaud.
Only when the last bird will take its flight, the entire humankind will cheer, weep and applaud.
“I never feel lonely because I have soliloquy’s every 24*7”, said the woman to herself.
I enjoy observing the raindrops competing with each other to slide down the window sill. And the leaves drenched by the rains which often appear like a chandelier. Reaching the bus stop early for that unoccupied window seat, so I can enjoy the live-theatre view in the bus. These little things, they make me.
When the trees bear the colours of rust, I know it’s autumn. My favourite time of the year.
“I speak a lot sometimes I constantly talk to myself. And think of all the scenarios that will happen once I’ll bare myself to the wild. But when I do, I ramble a lot about every minuscule subject. Except for the one that really needs to vent out”. And the conversation in her head continued…
Sometimes we fail to understand how lovely a human touch can be.
The boys at school never grew up. Hence, they were always happy!
With the songs of the crickets, the nights became more comforting than days.
“He is so fragile yet beautiful, I can watch him all day long without blinking my eyes”, said the girl looking at her fluffy four-legged companion. Surprisingly the girl who had an attention span of a teenager sat beside him for an hour, gently petting and pecking him on his crown. The dainty hearts felt…
For the longest time she thought of practising non-attachment because when people disappeared, it left a void in her heart. And she would sulk not for days but for years to come. So now what she does is, she keeps mum, holds back her feelings and words even if it creates a lump in her…