It was one of the most depressing day for her.She was walking swiftly through the field with grass upto her shoulder height,upset and lonely she was.The wind swayed her hairs back and forth and suddenly the sky too was drained of all its colours.As gloomy as it could appear ,emotionless and grey it laid..Even the wind stopped blowing.She looked upwards and closed her eyes.it came to her and touched her lips.She kissed it back and opened her eyes to see the beauty around herself.Every colour returned with the falling drops,the sweet drops of rain.She saw one drop wriggling and jiggling and it fell slowly on the nearest leaf,it rolled and as smoothly as it could move,it dragged its circular body and fell with clunk on the mud below.Nothing could be more beautiful than the now lit sky with background sound effects of lightning and thundering.Nothing more prettier than the green grass all around,dancing as it found all happiness.The silver threads touched her soft skin and pressed upon...
The ironic lives we live - an unsociably social animal - we tend to stuff ourselves with myriad emotions which keep bouncing all inside just to come out but of course, the listeners are few. Pen and paper - the saviors come, today the screen and keyboard although, to save you from the wrath of these dancing pieces of feelings and emotions which might even drown you to unknown depths. Thus, they become your best friends and they just help you because they're also, as silent as your EMOTIONS!!!!