Tears of the noon of the past year rolled down through cheeks at the dawn of the new year. When the chilling breeze pierced eyes without hurting the dreams. Such dreams are the needs like dew on the grass of all the desired wants.
First sunrise of the decade after two odd months. There was nature, with drama and short of time. Nothing was special, neither great not luxurious, expensive except for one.
Resolution was unknown, the reality was faded, the expectation was routine home headed. Default to the season sleeping was the reason, not when experiences were best, why to imagine the rest.
Sweetness overflowed, salt was missing from those, defaulters, everything else came softer. Everything started where some had ended something.
Where reality dreamt of living like us someday.
From bad omen to sight, of owl’s flight, even the spirit of jungle dint thought of disturbing, when the voodoo doll was the knight.
Time was, a handful of dissolving sand yet, in every particle a memory stand.
Ahead of all the others through the street light, escaped to the day bright. All this time there was a fight, for existence in the world's sight.
For the cold we had nothing hot but garam for the view we had nothing to see but more and more and few more tea…
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