sitting below the lamp post, zaania was struck amid the thoughts in her mind... her mind speaks!
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the ring leaves an impact on my mind, the geometric figure used for innumerable derivations , a object used by gymnasts to amaze the crowd. to a girl its a dream , a trust ,and an object enough to produce a gamut of imaginations, she prefers to keep the ring as memento on her finger to flaunt ofcourse.
why m i thinking about ring, when its all absolute zero,even temperature around tending towards it. among all zeros there is large probability of me to starve , this very thought drifted me to a class full of future budding engineers and me too part of crowd physically! . i was thinking about all delicacies which i could get if i allow myself to loosen my wallet a bit, but i decided to back to mess and swallow whatever possible.then get back to cozy castle made up of blankets and let sleep dominate me. the songs might work as a lullaby to me, or few emails could motivate me to stop moving with flow and ...........
The imagination in mind started with just a ring and it seems never ending now, as if its radius in approaching infinity and i will never be able to catch beginning or end point again.
i still feel like looking up and imagine instead of ceiling the bright blue sky and the winds drifting me on my choice as if somebody has given me wings unable to carry me in his arms. there was all silence around, and whatever i was speaking was echoing with absolute probability and no dissipation. i feel like plucking few starts and wearing them as pendant or just put a Saturn ring around my fingers... the whole scenario was appearing so much fictional but very true...
i feel like painting on the canvas of sky picking colors from rainbow pallets or just pen down my heart for the angel as if its last time i could .......
Suddenly it seemed to me as if i had reached the other end of the ring , and i could hear echoing cries , shrill voices full of pain. lamp post was thrashed to the ground, undelivered mails were scattered around the remains of post box.
i was not able to touch it... my eyes passed by a baby lying very near my arms , looking towards me with weary eyes, unable to cry even..
the colours around me were now black Grey...and red splashed all over. i tried to touch the baby , but it didn't worked i was gone... along with hundreds of them i too lost the battle of life..or i was just kicked out of the ring without any reason.hell or heaven? whats next!
it was easy for almighty to decide this for me,but how will he be deciding this for the baby ,who could just speak a word "mumma".
was it all destined for us, the we will never reach the beginning or end this way!
why few people took liberty of taking our green and blue from us....
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why!!!
