Can full of words spills frothing from it splashing on the blank paper weaving meaningful images.
Wednesday, 31 March 2021
Alone
Sunday, 7 March 2021
Forbidden Forest
He ran and ran as fast as he can. With a stale piece of bread in his hand. He was panting deeply and wanted to take a break but was scared so kept on running and entered the dark thick forest.
After being hungry for the past five days, today his stomach growled with excruciating pain shouting and howling for food. He had to break his own barriers. He left his self respect under his own feet. He walked towards the trash can to find some leftover.
The moment he reached the can he saw a cat inside the bin. Two ferocious dogs also came out growling and looking at him angrily.
Today, to him nothing mattered. He was not scared of those canines. His focus was on the piece of stale bread inside the bin. All four had thier eyes on that piece. They all pounced on it. One of the dog got hold of that piece. But he did not cared , with one quick movement he jumped and hit the dog with a brick he found laying nearby. Dog howled and the bread piece fell from his jaws.
Without wasting any moment he grabbed the piece and ran. Dogs were after him. And he ran for his life. His training and his medals in marathons came to his help.
He ran towards the forbidden forest he had created for himself. But today he knew only that forest could save him from his hunger and pain.
He left his self respect and shame to enter the realms of unknown territory.
Hunger forces to do things one had never imagined.
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