beingmeBe
Sometimes when the trees rustles in nights it send the shiver down her spine, the crunch of wood near her little cottage wakes her up from her deep sleep, though the little cottage is hidden somewhere in unknown location between the green mountains of Uttarakhand, Still it takes away the calmness of the solitude which she finds after being surrounded by nature. It was nature who protected her, why wouldn't it give her peace, then, she thought to herself before leaving the busy streets of Mumbai, or a concrete hell, that's what Mira likes to call it. No matter how many anxiety medications or visits to meditation centers, nothing calms her soul, Mira hopes that one day everything will come to peace. She awaits the day when she will meet him and explain it to him without the strong iron bars between them that it wasn't him, it was her desire, her thirst which threw him in the pit, when she said to him that... It's not me, it's you!