The rains slowed down in the cold dark night....the thunders disappeared...the sky was pitch black....the cloud was invisible....
The river again came to sense the the stratospfere above it....a sad and lonely night has started. Silence every where. Those waiting in the shore were sleeping, those smiling from up above were invisible, only a suppressed wound of weeping...
No, the river stopped crying. It was just waiting for the next day to come. It was just taking rest, and thinking about the old dreams, thinking about the tender playful days of snowy mountains, and about the green vallyes it came accross.
On the next day, at the dawn, when the cloud was a bit lighter, and the rays of sun was coming behind the cloud, the river wake up..she heard a noise..somee thing is coming...some thing she knows, but can't get what it actually is..
with the shade of cloud and rain of the past old days, she was full with power, resource. So, she decided she'll flow. She'll flow like she never did..not following the path and turns on the coming vallye, but to the will of her own. And she'll not make a different path while get the tender soft stones, neithe she'll avoid the hard rocks. She'll destry..everything coming in her way....so that nothing will come in the way of the streams that'll follow the same path she did..
But, where is she heading..where are those dream-meeting horizon she heard long ego..in which way she can see the place where the deeep blue sea get kissed by a the deep blue sky...
Is is just a story or a dream...or illusion??
Before she realized....There was the end of the valley to another far beneath..
And she jumped of from the up above..........with sound of ten thousand fire balls bursting....before anyone could stop her.
or, is there anybody from the valley who really cared to stop her?
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