Caught between Fire and Storm!

DreaMenology

The droplets on the glass of the window pane could be a cue to my presence, as my feminine silhouette would leave the viewer with no confusion. But there’s a catch- nobody is going to the backyard of this military makeshift residence.

Outside, I can see the kinetic power that wind carries with itself, always, only now it seems more dramatic the way trees, drenched from the downpour, were swinging madly from one direction to the other. The age of the trees as of the area was beyond calculation because it existed on the face of the earth since the dawn of civilization and later got recognition as a turbulent village near two neighbouring countries. The fierce sounds of bombs being fired from both sides could be heard. Some of them sound to have landed very near. Even the raging war, going on somewhere nearby, cannot keep me away from…

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