For you Dadu, we love you Always!
You are the artist of your life. Don't give the paintbrush to anyone else.
The darkest hours are passed, now the new dawn has arrived,
The new canvas had been set, plain and blank awaiting in light,
The strokes of brush are yet to put, bring life through the colors.
I stood on the threshold, behind me whatever was there I left long ago.
Now the life has changed path, so I must follow,
The past must stay hidden in my heart, my eyes must look ahead.
The blank canvas is waiting for me, to bring life in my painting!
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New start: just like a blank canvas.
Blank and empty awaits the painter to fill it with the strokes of his desires.
One can paint the brighter shades of life, or can bring the gloom through the dark strokes of brush. It's the decision of the painter, how he wants to paint his canvas.
In the same way, the beginning of a new journey also depicts a blank plain canvas. Awaiting the person to take steps and bring the shades of life.
His steps define the beauty or disaster the painting called life becomes.
We are our own creators!
The canvas of new start is here awaiting, for me to initiate the new painting of my life.
The sun setting up to the horizons allowing the sky to elope in the embrace of Darkness, the birds until now roaming in the wide sky now in hurry to return back to their home. I adjusted my gaze back at the path in front of me partly crowded with people returning back to their home after a long day of work.
I sighed wrapping my arms around my torso as the cold wind kissed my skin raising goose bumps.
One more try! This will be fine! I chanted in my mind taking another step toward my journey.
'Claire and Co.'
The company that has invited me for the interview.
My third attempt to find employment in this new place.
'GloomTown'- A place I came across looking to find a home.
A small town lost from the sight of Google; away from what people call the hustle of life.
Being alone is bliss as a curse it is!
I averted my gaze from the exhausted people to my wrist watch.
5:26PM
It's almost time!
I rushed to the direction of the building as the old man indicated when I asked him.
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The Slave
ParanormalFrom the beginning of time, Life has witnessed mankind to be slave of so many things: Take it power, money, fame, love, lust. But what if, the Mighty is under the slavery. The question remains: of whom? * Lost and alone Amaira came to a new town...
