Life, after a certain age, becomes quite meaningful and yet, overwhelming, especially when you have to fight, to make a living everyday, all alone. Rhetorical it may sound, it still echoes the truth every fighter comes across, every single day.
When days shine, you smile. Your smile aromatizes every place you tread on. The trail you leave shows a path to many helpless tramps. You are in a happy space and every little detail seems to vitalize every corner of your heart. You sing to serenade your love, with all your soul.
It's so typical of me to over think and dissect every small conversation, we have ever had. The old adage, "Life is full of ups and downs", keeps recording in my mind. It makes me sad spontaneously, with an impulse I can't subdue.
That night was no exception. I was so besotted by his charm that it could kill me any instant. He had promised he would come by. I waited and waited, but I could see only darkness approach. My loneliness and I became inseparable mates. We talked for hours. The night seemed long. It never ended. No amount of brainstorming session could separate me from my loneliness.
I could hear the chirping of birds, giving me new hope, to begin a new day, to start afresh. It was twilight. At that moment, I could hear the doorbell ring.
That lonely night finally passed.
When days shine, you smile. Your smile aromatizes every place you tread on. The trail you leave shows a path to many helpless tramps. You are in a happy space and every little detail seems to vitalize every corner of your heart. You sing to serenade your love, with all your soul.
It's so typical of me to over think and dissect every small conversation, we have ever had. The old adage, "Life is full of ups and downs", keeps recording in my mind. It makes me sad spontaneously, with an impulse I can't subdue.
That night was no exception. I was so besotted by his charm that it could kill me any instant. He had promised he would come by. I waited and waited, but I could see only darkness approach. My loneliness and I became inseparable mates. We talked for hours. The night seemed long. It never ended. No amount of brainstorming session could separate me from my loneliness.
I could hear the chirping of birds, giving me new hope, to begin a new day, to start afresh. It was twilight. At that moment, I could hear the doorbell ring.
That lonely night finally passed.
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