Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“They held each other, as if holding on to time, carrying that tick tock on their shoulders while keeping world on their laps amidst it all being sleepy. Who were watching them, who were there to listen to their confessions to each other, their giggling, their mischievous acts, their playfulness all along, who knew suddenly it all will turn against them, conspire and hard, to make them silent, confiscate, force them to bury their heads beneath ground, and make them burn through the warmth of the breath of their own.

Well! And completely unknown to all such conspiracies they were still holding on to each other, still keeping pace with that tick-tock, caressing each other as if caressing wounds inflicted upon through those numbers on the dial. They touched each other, his fingers dipped upon her skin as if one puts his finger in a pond of still water, lost in oblivion for so long, and this touch fuelling life back into them, made them breathe. Breathe as if a storm raging, as if they would wipe it all, wipes all those walls that had kept them a prisoner for so long, as they kissed, as they loved. As the storm surged and raged.”

~ Praveen Parasar