Sunday, 13 July 2014
The docile wind brushed across the white curtains propelling it with a gentle force , disturbing it’s so called peaceful sleep .
Neither appeased nor pacified the intruder searched for new companions amongst decorative designer furniture that displayed grumpy faces expressing their unwillingness to befriend an insignificant passerby.
Saddened with the response , our lonesome solitary wind decided to conclude his endeavor of finding new companions and to return back to his reclusive life amidst the high lands and clouds .
Just then his eyes fell on her , a plump brown colored book that seemed to have been forgotten with the advent of modern age and spent a lonely life starving for a friend .
Like the blocks of a puzzle they coalesced together , as in happiness and joy the brown pages fluttered .
Pic : Google Images
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