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Magical Night

  • Date Submitted: 07/01/2013 07:09 AM
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yesterday night was magical....here i was standing alone amidst beautiful wilderness....a soft breeze rustling through the tall grass...a hand full of trees ...carelessly strewn around the vast green easle...standing tall..swaying...as if trying to embrace the fragrant dewiness of the cool breeze...every thing... every single thing was washed in a silvery light...the sky so beautifully lit by the almost full moon.... there was a small commotion up there....small specks of wispy clouds were trying so hard to cover the naked beauty of the flawless sky...their attempt to cover its navel would uncover just a little of its dark boosom....but the sky was not bothered..it lay there...carelessly sprawled....gazing intently at the contours of the silvery moon ....jealous...wondering what was there in it, that the sky didn’t have....the moon, unaware of all this ,was in its own world...it had to travel the entire length of the sky in just one night...every time it would try and cover a bit of distance....the sky would lazily stretch itself just a little bit more...after some time the sky started getting sleepy and stopped teasing the moon...it pulled the white , fluffy sheet of clouds over itself and snuggled off to sleep....and the moon !! it continued on its journey.....after a very long time when it turned back to say good bye....he saw the sky, now feeling warm with the rays of the rising sun...was trying to shirk off the wispy quilt of clouds...the clouds, who had started getting angry...were turning orange with rage...some of them who had rubbed the sky in the night , had become grey in colour and were trying desperately to wash themselves......far below , these greyish white droplets were washing away the silvery sheen off the tall grass and the swaying trees. And the sun ! it was waiting to start painting the easle afresh......a bright beautiful orange......what a magnificient circle of life ........

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