In the Woods- Tiny Tale


I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.

“If everybody desires you, then you probably aren’t my type,” said the woman craving for love in the last decade of her life.

When I was a little girl, I reminded myself not to keep dreams in those starry eyes, especially in broad daylight. To support this idea, I had various notions that I made up in my mind. The fearful child in me believed– big people, rich people, outspoken and confident people have dreams bigger than life….

The old withered eyes of Tim Collins had an unusual charm today. Unlike other days, today they didn’t appear dull but were as bright as the moonlit sky. Collins in his old churning car, which was his only shelter drove to the alley, where he parked it daily to sell off his only priced possession,…

They asked him whether he had plans for the day. In a sore voice, he replied, “No I’m going to stay home today”. The stutter in his voice made the caller think, whether it was the cold that’s making his voice droop or it was the chilliness of his attitude. Both lamely talked and disconnected…

The man who always had a smile decorated on his face, like the fully blossomed sunflower beaming in a dead patch of grass was devastated to the point, that he started feeling it was okay. Everyone has their way of exhibiting sorrow, but the forlorn guy was so lonesome that instead of asking for help….

He would sit behind the mesh curtains and watch the rain pelt the newly born grass. It was like a treat to his eyes. Still, he wouldn’t leave his room because the world appeared a lot different when outside.