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Joys of life


With the departure of teens, which makes me incredibly depressed when I think of it, there has been countless changes in this person who writes. In this ruckus of everyday life I have discovered an excellent escape in books which is awfully strange for a person like me. But the joy that comes along discovering every new chapter especially when the writer surprises you with thoughts that are similar to yours, the heart blooms a little. Reading has made me notice alot of things which are irrelevant in the eyes of others. I remember the first hibiscus of spring in my small balcony. It had a vibrant but sweet orange-pink colour and along with small violet blossoms beside, my garden found its colour palette for the season. 

A few days back, when the tension of the elections were gone and stormy wind was marking the arrival of Kalbaishaki, my heart felt contented with joy again. I will never forget the night which made me dance with joy in my moonlit terrace at 3:30 in the morning. It was all so exciting for me , starting from quietly unlocking the doors so that I don't wake anyone up , feeling the sweetness of the breeze on my face   and witnessing the distorted world at ease. The night smelled of freedom as I danced and pranced all along my terrace with melody in my ears. Maybe I felt so free because there was no one to watch, no one to stop. It was only the moon,gazing at me and following my every step along with the dizzy wind and I think some ghosts were watching too, because the dogs kept barking. The music kept me awake till the first light of the dawn. Let me tell you, there's a chill in the temperature and the colour of the sky as the moonlight keeps fading. But I couldn't stay past 4:45 am as some crows thought I was intervening their morning prayers. So I respected their privacy and left and finally convinced myself to get some sleep because the ruckus has to continue. 

Ps: This picture is remotely related to anything I wrote in this paragraph. Its a picture from March , 2020 when I was still 18. :( 


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