A silent, soft tune in the background, coming from the
surrounding fragile trees, under a dimly lit sky, amidst a warm breeze. The beats
are light, confident. When the warmth of the evening breeze falls on the tired
back, it transforms itself into a soothing delicate touch of a mother. Every
step is musical, every breath is a flower, and when the eyes search for
something in the sky, you decide to play hide and seek.
The beats become
faster, the music louder, preparing for ecstasy, getting ready. And as if in synchrony with the beats, drops
start falling, one at a time, in the eyes, on the palm, one by one, touching in
such elegance that the moment reaches perfection, and it is clear that as
another second passes, it wouldn't be perfect anymore. With this knowledge,
as if life is to be lived in its entirety in this very moment, every feeling,
every experience, memory, every breath battles to be a part of it. And under
the hesitant presence of stars in an incomplete dark sky, in this moment of
everything, your game continues…
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