She often use to visit here from her childhood days; perhaps no one else
use to. It is an unpaved path might be made up of her own footsteps.
She feels connected to every little thing around... she feels bonded.
This place has witnessed her missing her mom and dad when they were away... the mud has soaked her tears when he left; this place has shared all her grieves from the first one. If there is a part of her which is still in love, it is in love with this place which has been there all the time. The place she knew would always welcome her and will be hers forever.
She is on her walk through this place...
She delicately moves her hand over the greens and the flowers and the barks. She bends at times to see the marks she made there in her childhood days; she smiles at times, but momentarily... as if an old memory tickled her somewhere for a speck of a second. Her expressions then again turn plain, and the glow on her face fades. She continues to walk. She walks naked feet with her bellies in her hand and feels the chill from the mud below... it seems to calm her down, sigh of relief is yet nowhere visible.
The path ends into a circular space, bordered with tall trees, build naturally. A stone rests near to the center; she walks to stone and sits over it. She then closes her eyes, memorizing all that happened from her last visit... memorizing how she again began to care about someone... how that someone began to love her... how they still ended... how she let him go... how she is all alone yet again... tears began to flow from the corners of her closed eyes... then She cries loudly. And again mud soaks her tears...
Hours later she stands up and leaves to live again...
This place has witnessed her missing her mom and dad when they were away... the mud has soaked her tears when he left; this place has shared all her grieves from the first one. If there is a part of her which is still in love, it is in love with this place which has been there all the time. The place she knew would always welcome her and will be hers forever.
She is on her walk through this place...
She delicately moves her hand over the greens and the flowers and the barks. She bends at times to see the marks she made there in her childhood days; she smiles at times, but momentarily... as if an old memory tickled her somewhere for a speck of a second. Her expressions then again turn plain, and the glow on her face fades. She continues to walk. She walks naked feet with her bellies in her hand and feels the chill from the mud below... it seems to calm her down, sigh of relief is yet nowhere visible.
The path ends into a circular space, bordered with tall trees, build naturally. A stone rests near to the center; she walks to stone and sits over it. She then closes her eyes, memorizing all that happened from her last visit... memorizing how she again began to care about someone... how that someone began to love her... how they still ended... how she let him go... how she is all alone yet again... tears began to flow from the corners of her closed eyes... then She cries loudly. And again mud soaks her tears...
Hours later she stands up and leaves to live again...
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