Scribbling:
“For every time it rained, it burned her more, for she awaited it to sooth her and devilish droplets instead decided to tease her, as if to remind of moments drowned down those river, river that she had grown up along, grown up as if flowing through it, every day new, everyday afresh, still that moment stuck at her heart like a giant rock in the midst of that river, blocking it’s flow and failing so creating unwanted whirlpools, several of such whirlpool were wrecking her already causing her to ache.
Alas! How cruel that rain was to her, one whose heavy droplets falling discreetly upon her, were reminding her of those violent touches while the thunders made her remember of their screaming out of joy that was supposed to be lost yet every-time she touched the numb wet floor, she was broken in pieces as those droplets.”
~ Praveen Parasar
“For every time it rained, it burned her more, for she awaited it to sooth her and devilish droplets instead decided to tease her, as if to remind of moments drowned down those river, river that she had grown up along, grown up as if flowing through it, every day new, everyday afresh, still that moment stuck at her heart like a giant rock in the midst of that river, blocking it’s flow and failing so creating unwanted whirlpools, several of such whirlpool were wrecking her already causing her to ache.
Alas! How cruel that rain was to her, one whose heavy droplets falling discreetly upon her, were reminding her of those violent touches while the thunders made her remember of their screaming out of joy that was supposed to be lost yet every-time she touched the numb wet floor, she was broken in pieces as those droplets.”
~ Praveen Parasar
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