Thoughts4fire

 I looked through my window to breathe; far away from me, I saw a tiny part of the sun slowly taking back his orange rays. The sky was neither blue nor white like the waves in the ocean; the orangish white clouds hid the blue sky under them. The orange sky might have frightened the birds; they flew here and there, panicking and chirping about something I didn’t understand. The glass building in front of my window reflected the orangs rays to flow around the city. The horizon turned orangish red, and the sky hid the blue and white. Like the portrait drawn by an artist, I could see the twilight. The golden clock in the clock tower announced its seven in the evening. Slowly like a snail, the night took away the day, and the moon replaced the sun.

 Like every other day, the city was loud but calm. It was almost around 11 am and schools had started functioning, and hotel staff have started to prepare for lunch. Sara has just woken up. Like every teen, she looked at her phone once she opened her eyes, "Rejected", the confidence she boosted yesterday night just vanished. She took her duvet and hold it to her face and shouted. It was a dull morning for her, it has been a month and still, she was unemployed, her parents don't provide financial aid for her now. Unemployed soon her savings will be over. However, she got up brushed and sat in front of her laptop sighting at the sky like every broken-hearted person. Nature reflected her, hopelessness. The rain clouds were prepared, the wind was holding its breath, and the trees stood straight. Like a fly, the helicopter flew above the highest hotel in the capital city. From the fifth floor of her accommodation, through the window, she noticed a helicopter romping around the...

From the skies through the leaves to the soil, it is a far voyage to quench the planet's thirst. Like everyone we also grow inside the womb of our mother, at that time I was huge and extremely giant.  and when our growth is complete, our mother delivers us in excruciating pain, her wailing sound shook the planet, the flash of lights were produced when she shuts and opens her eyes, it made the man frightened. At the same time, millions of children and siblings will be born. When the earth witnesses her anguish, voice, or force, it will occasionally become frozen. Once, I witnessed a large tree falling and some towering objects being flown away. We would emerge from her womb gradually while perspiring from the heat. The world bloomed colorfully when I see it from my mother. We hurried towards the earth out of a deep desire to touch it. We were moving quickly when I touched a leaf, rolled to another, to another, to another, touched someone's face, rolled to a rough surface where c...

 It's Sunday, the holiday for all. But in this village Sundays make the town crowded. The town will change to a market in the evenings, every Sunday in Vadavalli. Both sides of the road will be acquired by vegetable sellers and buyers. On other days Vadavalli seduces people with the steep mountain range that heads up far away in the clear blue sky as the omniscient observer, protector, and the large tree that has people from the sun where birds chirping pierces into your ears but the native feels the best music there but on Sundays, the atmosphere will be completely different, Vadavalli changes it's entire structure, the surroundings will be filled with noisy bargaining the smell of onions, garlic, chilly, and the stinking tomato, the sweetness of milk bun, cotton candy, the strong tea, coffee and the reek of human sweat.  We were about to quit the days romping around for shopping. Suddenly one among us remembered our plan to make chatt, we were about to cross the road suddenl...

Yawning is the mood if you are inside a lecture or class. Slowly it rocks you into dreamland. Books and pens become pillows and beds. A teacher is a person who sings lullabies in lectures. In a hurry, the teacher, no, the professor entered the class. Without glancing at the students, he occupied the podium and Mike. 22 girls and a boy, no 23 students sat in three rows. Every student conveyed their reluctance to sit in the class through their facial expressions. A lecturer must take lectures, and he does that without worrying or getting annoyed. The professor glanced through the set of papers he brought with him and the students, no change same vibes are exchanged by the professor and the students the vibe of cursing the fate that is forcing them to be here. He started the class in his broken lingua franca which is partially understandable and partially not. But the way he questions the existence of students and proclaims them as mental disorders were very much understandable. Every min...

 Red, fierce, strong, powerful whether it be love or fire. A light odor of LPG can destroy the years-long efforts of a man's life, his family. The leak in an LPG cylinder spread the scent of caution in the air; before anyone could sense it, the fierce fire started to gulp the shops, numerous footsteps hastily moving out of the shops and some panickily approaching the shops were evidently heard. The blazing fire even ate the nearby two shops as well. Scared people, their hopeless eyes, the cracking fire laughed, changed its color now and then to blue, red, orange, and yellow. Like a mahout trying to capture his mad elephant, the people tried to conquer the fire. Made it laughed and reached till the electric wire. All faces reflect fright-the fire got popped its flames in the air to the sky. The sky also reflects red, like a kid.  Red spread all over.