After looking at herself, becoming that enraged-over-everything kind of woman; that she had never been in her entire life,
She decides to get off this sore feeling and take a breeze.
She gets up early to face the beautiful dawn at her backyard, and a few rounds later takes up her phone when her messenger beeps a message, that ran a rosiness in every nerve of her body and soul.
She hurries up for a shower, and in the shower, calculating by what time she would be free and how.
Her hands move speedily in the kitchen to prep-up the breakfast. She gets pink, humming songs, reviving memories and her heart-beat counts run high, it's now audible to her.
All this chalked up her wish to wind it all fast. To receive the call with all ease. And share words and pangs and smiles and inscriptions of heart and soul; with no hassles.
But, to her agony, the phone never rang.
She has this twinge feeling in her bosom and the soreness has been on its peak every passing hour of that day.
She picks up her phone to check if the network connection is clear. If the phone's sound profile is loud.
But, the phone never rang.
The day comes to an end, with the Sun bidding adieu and she still sits and awaits the Call. It has irked her by now but her heart has been nagging to conjecture that it would all be redden.
As the moon lit up, it was time for her to come to terms with the loss; once again!
The Euphoria that ran in her all day long stopped abruptly.
She begins to feel weakened, as if there is no blood in her veins.
It gave her an eye of herself, being that innocent child who gets ensorcelled by the thick-skinned cold Fish!
Tides ran down her eyes!
Rage sweeped the blues!
She stands up holding her virtue and integrity; bringing herself clear to the ugly truth about the unruly Cold Fish.
If generosity is to be thrown, she should throw it in her own favor; to be generous to Lord, for everything and to her own self for being an amiable woman in Fine Feathers.
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