…….2am..
Dog’s are barking and whimpering…
Perhaps the strong ones are bullying the weakest member…
Perhaps they are arguing over food or shelter..
‘It must be so cold for them outside’, she thought…
So unyielding is the Cold..
It’s amazing how in the absence of fans and air-conditioners…
You can hear everything clearly..
Just a change in a season has this ability…
The power to unveil the deeds…
Of man and animals alike…
She wanted to throw away all reminders of her afflictions…
Maybe even herself…
As she was the greatest symbol of all of it…
‘It’s the night talking again’ she said to herself…
How wonderful is the night…
Good secret-keeper…
And how exalted God is,
For creating it…
For protecting all of our secrets..
And for forgiving us for them..
Could people hear each other’s thoughts..
They would have known the ugly nature of human kind…
And no one would have been able to like another…….
TheBookWarrior 
Smooth consistency of feeling and thought till the end nd i could feel the picture that you have expressed, Its Good 🙂
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Well then..my aim for writing ‘Her’ has been accomplished 😊.
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Thank you.
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