Coin have two sides ..
Its the melancholy of things left behind
The excitement of trying new things
Chose your side carefully.
Growing old she loved herself. She was practicing to watch the world from her mother’s eyes. She was pure soul, she loved clouds, the dark clouds that fall on heavy. She observed, things are more prettier after rain. Birds chirp more, scenes are clear and shiny. She loved clouds the reason for making scenes better.
After growing up, when it’s the time to interact with people, having new experiences. She came to know being dark کالا is not beautiful as clouds.
Time passes as well as her heart began to grow heavy, but she is afraid of rain now. She doubts her visions now. May be she is afraid of things becoming clear now.She has seen thunders in the clouds. Which no longer allow her to sleep.
SHE HATES CLOUDS NOW, SHE HATES BEING CALLED BLACK.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton