Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer –

“Drop by drop, melting, he found himself floating in that glass of liquor. There was no fire, yet it felt as if a volcano erupted every time he held that glass and saw through it, it showed him colors, black and blue, green and red, yellow and pink but not until it all faded, so much so that it showed him no more than shades of moments lost, one we often fail to endeavor upon while walking past a field at the arrival of dusk. While the fog steals even our shadows, leaves us at the mercy of winds, which, as if desperate to tell us story, tales of long lost heroics, which children cherished listening over a cup of tea by the fire as the rather old man sat and delivered that tale in all its grandness to make kids believe, yes there was a wolf, that did steal his heart, in one such night and yet he lived and lived long.”

~ Praveen parasar