A Reflection

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The pain somehow swelled in her chest….She had to succumb.Lonliness did come as a bliss

 

The terrace had November breeze all over it…The sun, tired from bathing the earthners with its blood; settled to sleep.Birds,proud with their loot landed in their nests.The earliest stars were appearing.The sky was indeed a circus, staged by the heavenly bodies. Had it been some other time,her eyes would not miss a single moment of the sun and moon acrobats.But all this commotion of the skies could not parallel to the fire with in her. Her chai wilted under the aged plastic chair,her pedestal.That face,it loomed in her eyes, bullying her.These fault lines will deepen and cripple her for life, that was for sure. Now that the skeptism was almost gone, everything seemed relevant, too vivid….She stood up, burying this epiphany somewheres deep inside her heart…

 

A tear rolled down her cheek. It wasn’t for him definitely, it was for her wounded pride. 

 

 

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