By Ayush Ashish

The head rested on the pillow held a million articulate thoughts. But the mind was unable to put them to and  itself in a tranquil. The gaze of eyes staring at the fluttering tube-light caught bitty insects likewise gathered around it.

The scene picturesque depicted the life reposed momentarily on the bed. Those insects clustered around their fluttering goal, unknowingly chasing a mirage. That mind looming over its own bauble goals, knowingly befell to a trinket.

The sound of raindrops through the window carried by the bleak wind resonated through his ears, calling him out to the vast fields.

Those fields were vast, but empty.
Just like his life was.

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