There is something that is very profound when you clean up your personal living space. I found this blog posting profoundly moving and decided to share it with my readers and followers. Happy Monday everyone. Hang tough and don’t take any of this too seriously because life is too short.
There was something overwhelmingly disappointing about the movement of the sun that day, or perhaps it was the movement of the clouds, enshrouding the sun like a mother protecting her son from evil eyes. He stayed atop his bed, struggling with his breaths, taking turns between his sides, and this continued for long, for almost an hour, and then he finally made his way towards the balcony. It was supposed to be a balmy day, but then the things in his life, especially this year, were not particularly going the way they should have.
The balcony towards the left of his building opened to the vast stretches of naked land except for a few trees that seemed to adorn it. A rarity in the city that he lived in, where naked lands were soon claimed upon, dug, and transformed into multi-storied buildings. From the distance, and till where his vision…
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