The vicious alley

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In the alley of sweet fruits she found a wild one ! Well , since autumn that she started marching through this alley , and that every fruit was beloved ,  that every taste was enchanted on her taste buds , like a whimsical spell ! 

This wild fruit , was it a monstrous brain who planned so ? Or maybe a witch Whose devilish thoughts bewildered that delight ! This girl , walked down merrily as if the breeze pushed her down and gravity couldn’t but let her swift by , but the tress couldn’t but let her bathe with dismantled leaves, but the land held tight for her tripping could get ugly scratches to a beautiful skin . 

Galloping down with a smirk so bright, there rose a panicking feeling within, 
on turning her vision down , 
that she found 
A beautiful yet weird substance , to be eaten, or kicked away beyond reach ! Lifting it into her hands , she examined in such a  way as if there was something the ambience conveyed as a communication between them , her expressions, were weird , and her thoughts temporarily deviated towards just one view , ‘is it worth, gulping it down ? ‘ . And to the most stormiest thoughts, rose an essence of neglect . Uprising thoughts of neglect, magnetised her back , but that deep sense lf guts inspired her to march on ! To the very next sunrise, walking down the same alley gulping down nuts , finding a tiny little mammal lying breathless around , with that ‘wild fruit ‘ gulped half .

EXPERIENCE, what saved a pumping heart, getting on a standstill.  The repeated events that incur in your life , mould you in a way that you carve out to be the diamond among the stones. Experience is what leads you , what helps you predict the best possible gain in life .  Had her hunger driven her crazy or maybe had her wish to question the inner commandments increased , her skin would had lied there waiting to fade within the soil .
Marching ahead, to the most unanimous decisions of life , you may trip down the most ugly fall, but keeping past experiences into account, your fall might not hurt you , rather impose on you , the thought of betterment !

Your instincts 
Would get you ahead , 
Your beliefs 
Would leave you dead !

Comments

  1. Anonymous11 February 2018 at 04:36

    Beautifully written....dark but not vulgar :) waiting for more...

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  2. Unknown11 February 2018 at 04:48

    Siddharth, this is beautiful.. The meaning is truly deep, reading your write ups, i feel like you give life to emotions.keep writing, keep inspiring 💞

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  3. Anonymous11 February 2018 at 05:04

    Such beautiful display of metaphorical writing...the ending proves to be the cherry on top

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  4. Surbhi23 February 2018 at 22:18

    A good lesson. :) Keep it up mr.writer ;)

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