Moral of 3000 days

Destiny, decides. We are mere puppets.                         Rather we are preprogrammed robots.                           It was quite a roller coaster ride.                                   A ride of three thousand days .                              Exactly three thousand days!!!                           Curtains fall for this drama.                                            I bear no hatred. If at all anything left is numbness.                                              That is all about life . ...                                               the twists when we least expect it.                      Invented a new me.. yup a beautiful me.                       I am human I may err                                                     for I am the best creation of my god                              . I know this for sure.                                                        And curtains fall for this drama.                                  And I turn back and walk with a smile                                                          For I bear no hatred only blissful happiness 

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A QUEST TO SURVIVE

Waking up in the middle of night she found herself abandoned in a marsh. She let out a loud cry. But it didn’t rouse even a bat Suffocated by the darkness around her she decided to make the next move.   But how????? How to do that in a marsh????????? What next? Let’s make peace with thee……. She thought She remained there, realizing that the dirty marsh is gulping her up …. Let it taste, taste every single inch of my body..She thought …..for she knew it would be foolish   to scream. Let dawn break and sun shower his brightest rays. She was sure, it will dry up and she will get out of it the next minute. Closing her eyes she waited. Suddenly her cheeks became wet. ‘’ Oh, It’s my tears’’…. she thought. But she needs to hold it back .Let it not adds to the swamp strength. She felt as if playing a game of tug of war with the swamp. Her long tresses being the tug, with swamp on one end and herself at other. She stayed there with her gaze up and eyes widened, So th
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