It was a pleasant morning.Pleasant mornings always brought with them a spell of nostalgia.I was reminded of the best days of my life in UAE.With the memories of those days swirling in my head I slipped into sleep.I could feel the soft lump of pillow beneath my head and the cozy cotton sheet over me.Mmmmm….perfect.Paradise.
I woke up an angel, innocent as a newborn.Not a blotch of stain in me. I prayed the moment would be eternal.But goods things aren’t meant to last forever.The charm began to wear off slowly.By evening I was my old-self-tired and pessimistic.Maybe it’s the weather.Its bleak and blots of sad rain pours down.I stare out my window my insides aching with emptiness.A bolt of lightening startles me.I shut the window close.I try to shut the numbness out of my senses but in vain.
