Waves crashed into the rocks.The salty sea water splashed onto her face.A silent moment of realization followed by a skipped heartbeat.Her life was about to change.She saw it coming,like the formation of each wave,from nothingness to a thundering force.

She looked back at the steps she carved while she was walking toward the sea.They disappeared slowly as water flowed over them as if to clear the shore's canvas from the unshapely,unwanted marks..

Her life's story thus defined.A daughter's life.A sea of possibilities that await her.Good or bad, she knows not.A past that slowly gets erased defining your life as a mere existence of the present.

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How do you move out from a home where you were raised with unconditional love and care?Where you could just be as you wanted to be?

As if the sky was covered by a blanket. Blanket of dull and grey. Gloom and cold advanced with the downpour. Thundering sky masked the sound of rain falling against the ground. Something was amiss this monsoon. Even the sky bellowed in anguish to betoken the lack of normalcy.

It didn't take long for her to figure out the reason. Reason for the absence of life in her life.

Life is a routine.A churning of a few odd experiences and long static period of inaction.She lets her life dance along the good and the worse.The dull and the shine.The happy and the awkward.The glitter and its absence.

Purpose of existence fleeting everytime she nears it.Yearning for a reason to hold on to..like holding on to dear life in a sea of unbound danger.


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