He always takes the seat next to the window. As the vehicle starts to move, the wind knives through his hair, he rests his head on the grab rail. He stares out the window, smiles at the trees whizzing past. He loves speed. Drums...
He walks like he rules. He stares at strangers. He stares at everyone. He feels that no one can defeat him. No, don't even think of it!
He loves the Piano, loves to play it too. He also likes the strings. He sees a car, a very long one. He loves cars, every time he sees a good one, his passion burns wilder.
Oh! How beautiful they look! The lines, the curves...
He is even listening to a good song. The vehicle crosses a bridge across a lake, a very large one. He feels good. He loves seeing the ripples that shine and reflect the mild sun.
Beautiful people...Pretty faces....
He loves such combinations, he wonders how many such experiences he would have missed and how many he is yet to have. He says to himself life is neither short nor long, it all depends on how we live...
He loves himself!
But he is just more than these words, the keys, the strings, the beats and the shades...he is a very powerful person.
When he looks into the mirror and stares at me, i smile, i shake, i shiver...
Oh!
How powerful he is!
How powerful he is!!
1 comment:
....i cud make out tht:)...truly a powerful person behind a meek mask....:p....occ;););)!!! gud work!
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