Thursday, 27 October 2016

                      
SILVERY FLAKES FELL ON HER FACE AS A TEAR DROPPED. SHE LOOKED ELEGANT UNDER THE ORANGE LIGHTS OF THE NORTHERN SKY.
SHE WONDERED WHY THE SKY WAS THE SAME SINCE SHE WAS A CHILD AND WHY EVERYTHING ELSE WAS CHANGING IT'S PACE AS IF TIME WERE AGAINST EVERYTHING THAT MADE HER HAPPY. 
THE LAST TIME SHE CAME TO SEE THE LIGHTS WITH HER AGING FATHER, HE HAD A CHILD LIKE GRIN ON HIS FACE WHICH MADE HER HEART ACHE IN BOTH PAIN AND AN OVERWHELMING JOY WHICH SHE DOUBTED SHE WOULD HAVE THE LUCK TO FEEL AGAIN.                                            
                                           -SRITEJA KRISHNA

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