29012021 - 29/365 Early 1970s... Walking down the village path was never easy Darkness prevailed with their stories and myths Ghosts & Ghouls were plenty to add the horror. I could hear me breathing, Sounds of gravel that crushed under my feet gave me shivers Distant howling of dogs froze my blood Someone was breathing right on my neck Early 2020s Single walking path became double track road LED street lights stood on both sides of the road As the light of awareness spread inside out, Ghosts & Ghouls freaked out and ran to the darkness where Stories & Myths, if still prevailed. But then, The divine tranquillity of my village vanished for ever. What is a world without Stories and Myths? 29012021 - 29/365 Four decades ago, Walking down the a village path was never easy for me. No lights, except starlight and occasional moonlight When the creepy clouds clears Darkness bred Ghosts & Ghouls
