My feet sank into the snow that had blanketed the ground as I managed to trudge forward. I could feel Shereyaar’s hot breath on my neck against the frosty air.
And DooDoo did indeed saw the beauty. Only, it wasn’t the beauty of the mountains. It was the beauty of the woman, nay, girl, sitting next to him in the purple dress with purple earrings.
Although it took much time to understand that it would be safe with a skilled trekker but at last they allowed me to go with Suresh.
The girl ran as fast as her tiny feet could carry,Leaving imprints on the wet sand, as if asking the moment to wait,“Fluff”, she cried out,
The mountain replied ‘ Oh life generally is meaningless and purposeless, let them do what they want. We simpletons try to define life’s meanings in words, expressions,
It was some years ago, I remember, that I went for trekking with my friends in the hills of Dehra. Mountains, where the gods gently speak to the lonely heart
Love was conceived neither to be explained nor to be clear but to be experienced by every human soul and let the person, give definition
Going through the woods, Seeing Beauty of the Forest,Roaming free the Wind, Said subtly to the forest,“The beauty u possess, is a Gift from me,”
He looked up towards her. Lightning made her face look whiter than ever, and her clothes, red. Blood red. Now came the horrid realization.