If you like rain and reading
This book is for you..
Places and buildings have a personality..
They get attached ..to humans..
What if they dont want you to leave them..
What if you get captured by four walls..
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Music is very important...
Please...
Far away from the village somewhere in the woods rain played its strings and every leaf danced as wind trained them to dance. With each their move sweat of raindrops rolled down on muddy bed of the Jungle. Sound of foot steps interrupted their melody and clouds roared with rage. Trees spotted her. Years of efforts were not gone in vain. She was really there .. Running blindly. But fate was not blind. Karma was not blind. She was unaware that Universe was pulling her towards a specific direction. Somewhere she was supposed to be. Somewhere He had been waiting for years.. Is life cruel?? Or is it us..Are we cruel??
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Her ankles were aching. Her breath was breaking. Her wet face with rosy cheeks and illuminating bright fearful eyes made her look gorgeous a million times more. Small creatures under the dead leaves watched her. Soon the news was spread throughout the Jungle like a fire. ♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
