Dances in the rain…

Writing 101: A Room with a View (or Just a View)

If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

That narrow dim-lit single lane and all those simmering street lights. And to the left, there’s this age-old house. You enter those concrete curved walls, you get pulled back in time. A well, which holds all kinds of balls thrown by me and my cousins sustains my breath. Deep inside, the aura escorts you to a new bonding. I can still hear all the laughs we had, all the giggles that echo through the walls, the time when we (My cousins and I) fight for the single available bed in the room, the time when we just played pranks without any difference in feeling and gender. But the best place I’d be is near the well, where there’s no roof and when it rains, I turn into one of those heroines in the movies who plays in the rain, getting all wet. Yeah, it’s that open air space in the drizzling evening, along with my cousins I’d like to be…



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