The green mountain grass wobbled to the rising wind. The temperature was dipping with the dipping sun, sending the fugitives of the forests to their cosy homes for a little warmth and rest. The cold mountain air...
The night is same,
Dark and vast,
And lifted with gloom,
Like any other night.
But today is special,
As bright fireworks,
Like positive uplifting agents,
Brighten up the gloom,
Again and again,
As though no force of darkness,
Could ever stop them.
Yes, Diwali is here again,
Into the unknown, my feet led me,
as I entered a new phase, bold and free.
But the unfamiliarity struck a chord of apprehension,
with all fresh faces adding to mounting tension.
The fated moment questioned my venture new;
the urge for...