Walking down the long pathway, he felt a strange mix of feelings. Was he happy that he will be with his parents after a long time? Or sad that he will never enter this place again? One last time, he entered his details in the register and entered the building. The thought that he will not come back to this place was unsettling. He slowed his pace and thought hard, did he take a right decision? Will he regret it later? April 24, 2014.

I will ink my words, Until I lie in the ground, And the world is gone. I like to taste each drop of iced air trickling down my throat,. Savour all the melodies carried in on the ancient wind. I like to wish the coolness into my skin,. Feel the textures coursing through my pumping, purple veins. I like to feel my heart beating against my heavy lungs,. As a sluggish second lengthens,. And I let go of the breath I took from the sky. Pouring them back into the silky breeze.

The group of droplets were all about happiness. Clouds, they were called as a group. Never letting anyone go out of the loop. Accumulating everything as they move. Nobody found their presence to be frightening. Until they unleashed their thunder and lightening. The most anticipated and dreaded day was within reach. Pitch blackness covered them, without a breach. The group of droplets were finally separated.