Thursday, November 10

Quarter to 7 a.m . . .




Sliding out from the deepest of the slumbers , she found herself twirling on the thin line between the sweetest niche of dreams and a rather quirky world of nothingness . . . 


The gaze through her half opened eyes fell on the stream of rays gushing through the window pane . . . . It feels beautiful . .


 But then , the day always starts pretty much peaceful . . . Until the dark shrouds of apprehension and doubtfulness drape their repulsive veneer . . .


Sweeping back the strands of hair resting carelessly on her face , she pondered . . . 


Human mind can be the most diligent of the students sensible enough to learn from its mistakes . . . . 


Beat it hundred times , it musters the strength to tear apart the offending force to hundred shreds eventually .. . . .





She found herself nodding at this thought. . . ..For the ugly drape of nothingness doesnt really matter anymore . . . . 


She has mastered ways to paddle past the momentary vacuum of her thoughtfield to reach out to the colourful moments in wait for her through the day .. . . .



Easing out from under her quilt , she slipped out of her bed , with a smile on her face and a whole lot of reasons to look forward to , bubbling in her heart . ....


Yes . . . . . .its definitely a beautiful world out ther . .  . . .. . .


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4 comments:

  1. Optimisim like that is hard to muster. Even harder to keep up. Nice post :)

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  2. Beautiful and inspiring. I can actually visualize the scene :)

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