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PROLOGUE
One day, her eyes wandered off to the expanse of this euphonious surrounding and it dawned upon her that Oh! Wow! This world is so beautiful. It has become kind of redundant, seeing the same kind of things everyday with almost identical sequences and exclaiming in the same manner. What has changed? Nothing has. The short haired girl tries to take in every precious detail this world has to offer, like she is going to die tomorrow. Her heart redeems her soul when it synchronizes with the beat that the nature has to offer, her profound interest in others has also been her downfall. She tends to mend everyone’s hearts but in the end it leaves hers haunted.
She strolls through the tall sage grasses, her legs not paying heed to the blunders that the muddy ground causes, her hands wavering through the yellow flowers and her head surrendered into the ethereal warmth. Her sudden curiosity paves way to the demeaning look that the people see her with. She doesn’t remember that they hate her always, for her, they just don’t know her. so she spends all her day, even if she doesn’t reconcile that the things ended up hurting her every single time, trying to make the obnoxious people love her.
In a world where everyday is your last day, where tomorrow doesn’t exist and where people just live for the day, she fails fathom the simple principle, nobody cares. Unlike her, all the others look at life differently, or to say, they don’t look at all, their preconceived notions about this world, which remain same has caused them to become oblivious, so every other day, they just judge people.
For years now, she has tried to engage herself in something more preserving, unlike time, time has been contaminated. Her sore eyes never show the sadness inside her, the soul only reflects happiness.
She enters the road, where a hundred people are already looking at her naked body, her hair swinging around her back, her breasts moving along with her steps and her feet, so cold and cut yet tender. People hawk at her, preying their merciless eyes on this innocent child, whose only wish is to remember and be remembered, but she doesn’t know that yet. She notices a small child falling down, as if born to be a saviour, she slides through the rough gravel swiftly to establish a comfort bed for the child, he doesn’t mind the intrusion as he like others has never been a judgmental person, for he is as pure as there can be. The mother of the child, previously unaware of the dire danger her child has been presented with, runs to his rescue, she shoves the girl away, like her existence is something of disgust. She just smiles and exits the site of penury of humanity.
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It is an very interesting story, it reflects the common live of so many people that go for the live with a mask, to hide his really fillings. Very interested story.
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I love it. Really emotional.
It is an very interesting story, it reflects the common live of so many people that go for the live with a mask, to hide his really fillings. Very interested story.