My house of cards came crashing down. I had forgotten to shut the window. I was engrossed in the task at hand, painstakingly placing everything perfectly. I was oblivious to the storm brewing outside. The menacing dark clouds surrounded me, and with one mighty gush of wind, everything was taken away from me. I was left at the sight of destruction, standing all alone. My hair was unkept as it danced wildly with the untamed torrent of dusty wind. I just lifted my arms towards the sky; looking up, I realized that the whole world was my shelter and that natural beauty lies in our imperfections and ability to start afresh. I had never looked so raw and beautiful as when I surrendered.
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Kurgu OlmayanAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
