The strand of hair fluttered about her face, caressing her every now and then, as if in complete submission to her beauty. Her blank straight face posed a contrast, made all the more stark by the absence of any cue. An emotion would have been an acknowledgment, the indifference seemed unnecessary an authority over submission.
Twas a scream that only she could hear, enveloped by the silence around. It's shrillness like the chilly winter breeze cutting through her ears. She made a deliberate effort to let it pass, but it seemed impregnable. It instead passaged its way inside her, like a cold hollow, deeper and deeper so long as it became unbearable to contain and she wished she could divulge it all at once...
For a long long time ,I evaded writing a blog.Justifying my eschewal and satisfying my inner self with the very thought that there are more significant things in life to do.Though there always remained this clandestine desire to establish myself as a "Successful Blogger"(as I would coin it). "WHAT TO WRITE??" What will I write? would be the question that would intimidate me always.Cloaking my inability, to decide(as true to my Geminian character) on a worthy topic for my blog, with my feigned "busyness" would always be a recourse.Who, in this world, has time for such trivial activities? Blogging is a sport of the idlers- was always a re-assuring thought.But then selecting a befitting topic was not the sole hurdle. "HOW TO WRITE??" More daunting task would be to assimilate my thoughts and produce in a form that would leave my audience all enthralled and eulogising.This activity would call for juggling with my nerves,scribbling sheets of paper one ...
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