The tube light was illuminating the surroundings. The wind gushed against my ears, as the fan swirled at blinding speed. I was sitting on a plastic chair; there was a large rectangular window beside my table. It was evening; the vast navy blue was bordered with rectangular concrete giants. They were filled with illuminating squares, set in synchronising rows and columns. The buildings danced on the Gulshan Lake, fashioned in their brightest white and yellow lights. The ends of the sky were splashed with orange, tinted with a golden hue, slowly dissolving into the still, dark blue. People on the street were going on with their busy, nonchalant ways, not noticing the magnificence. The white-washed walls trapping me into this spacious cubicle reflected the radiating light, it was too bright, but the empty room soothed the burning pain. Everything seemed very vivid and clear now, I could hear the faint honking of cars outside. Thoughts were blurring through my head, appearing and evaporating with each breath. I closed my eyes and imagined myself somewhere far away, extracted from all the tension and boredom. On the edge of a cliff, my arms spread out, enjoying the transparent forces flowing against me, howling near my ears, tickling my cheeks. Excitement, fear and amazement erupted in my body, a chill on my spine, a whirlwind of happiness rampaging through my insides. The sun was very hot, but it felt pleasant. One more step and I would fall, all this beauty would be engulfed by a bloody orchestra. The mere thought made my body shiver. Abruptly, the shrill ring of the door bell sliced through the silence and I was back in the safety of the white-washed walls, as my tutor walked in. My wait was over
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 17:56:27 +0000
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