A world where everyone fancied talking about life, laughter, light and lullabies. She always used to wonder why people never talked about death, darkness or the dragonflies? Were they afraid, or were they blind? So blind that they were oblivious to the peace that the nighttime brings with it. In either case, they were missing out on something amazing. Something absolutely amazing. They didn't know the magic of the dark. They didn't know what it was like to stare up at the stars at 2 am, being alone in the terrace, humming a particular melody which we tag as our 'favourite' and being able to accompany the silence. They didn't know that fireworks do not shine out without being engulfed in the darkness. They didn't know that death was even more beautiful than life is, living in solitude, eyes closed forever and to never be disturbed by anyone again. They didn't know peace, they didn't know silence.
They were all living in a fake world, a mirage, with the day light being a myth. Little did they know, that the chaos of virtuality will choke them up, sooner or later. They were living in a world where they were trying to hide their own darknesses with thin, transient shrouds of laughters. While inside, they were crying. They were all crying.
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Short Story// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
