I remembered it as a passing cloud in my life. Not any mundane one, this was a dark mass with a silver lining that was waiting to burst upon my head with painful but persistent fury. One would expect sad memories to stir hidden melancholy feelings . But somehow, it brought out well concealed joys. I guess, sometimes sad songs can be happy at the same time.
You know when people say that the cloud was so heavy that a little disturbance could set it off, thats how I feel right now. For someone who is sensitive like me, its hard to see care and compassion be disgraced .And when something induces that, all hell breaks loose .Thats exactly what happened here, the ironic storm broke out but it hurt no one except itself .It let it all out slowing preying on its strength to feed the others with gentle, refreshing nourishment essential yet forgotten .That is what I stand for in the painfully wretched life; that vitality is me. That's when I realised that we've got to fly on like a flock of birds . That is when I realised that I have sown the seed of inspiration in others though virtually unknown it is.
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Song of the cloud
Short StoryI sacrifices myself to provide my dependants with a forgotten yet nourishing feed. That is my destiny.
