One day my lil sis came up to me n said she was supposed to write something for her class assignment. The topic was - "I'm so jealous..." Somehow I've cultivated a writing style where I've always been a fan of giving an emotional touch in the end for something I write like for things like these. Anyways cutting the self-praising crap short :P here's my attempt at it...
"The evening sky, the cool breeze, a wet road, and the green leaves, I sit by the window sipping my coffee, engrossed in the beauty of what I see. Vibrant are the roadside flowers and studded like diamonds are droplets on grass. I feel a feeling, a tickle in the head, when I see her dance, merrily and so colourfully dressed. She flutters her wings, flapping her way to me, as if beckoning “why don’t you dance with me?” I strike a smile and wheel myself closer to the window, a tear runs down when I realise I can never place my feet on the ground below. She waits for me, hoping for my reluctance to cease. She circles around and flutters away along with the gentle breeze. I wish she could know why I couldn’t be ‘just me’! Oh god! Please let her not misconstrue my inability to join her as though I’m so jealous of her glee."
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