One stormy excerpt
One fine Sunday evening she was sitting on the edge of casement, pushing herself down the lane of the juncture which she called once "her life". A lass was she, who was apparently loved by everyone on her side, who used to live like the only mortal within the space, who loved to love and used to laugh like the world settled down for every count of her breath, out. She had a bunch of mates who witnessed her idiocy and quite evenly her days were passing by. It was just an another day when a nightmare crossed on her dream pathway and stopped, smiled at her as if a balmy wave covered her up on its soothing lap, caressing her hair, mumbling into her ears some candy words which laid her on a nap until the calm wave turned into a ruinous storm and made her get awake with trembling fingers and overflowing eyes. That nightmare wasn't just a fear to resist but it threw her deep into the molten lava to get cooled down. she sighed pushing back her fringe out of her eye and count...