Very peculiar thing about this life is that it shapes up as per destiny, yet everybody tries its best to mould it as his/her longings. I pushed every limit beyond the escapable reach, finally caressing the scars over my heart sitting alone in my room. Few droplets of rain are still reeling over glass pane after yesterday’s downpour or it may be the fresh moisture sticking to glass. I am least concerned for its origin; essence is the presence of happiness in watching those drops sliding down the pane. Glancing outside at the noise-free metro running at its laid down path is a pleasant scene. Even the slight shriek noise of metro halt could pierce through the silence persisting in the room. Light diverging through the every corner in room carries the warmth wrapped under the shivering weather.
All in all, life is glittering at its very best…
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