The gathering was astonishing. Aromas of nosh was appetising. Beautiful accoutre was wrapping the grime, perfumery scent was fouling the esteem. But, we are very cultural and avow to meekness. We will greet with handshakes, no matter how much mayhem lies beneath. Rely on itegrity, everything was at ease, lots of hugs and loads of nattering. And, it is reckoned in history, 'when all is well, the devil riles'. Devil can have any mold. So, here it took the form of cut of power supply. What then belaved for the drudges of aggrandize? One by one, every honey outsailed his boat to the alfresco (they simply went out), Obliviating the liasion which they shared.
Anyway, the real relationships can buoy the flood and this is merely a power supply. So, the realism had embraced the dark, where only genuineness survived and counterfeit demised.
When flauting ends, modesty begins. Candles were burnt and premises delighted. Only present were few and well sufficient to relish. As we have a good custom of enlightenment in the dark, everyone started to talk his 'quest of life'.
Some shared their progress, some their silhouettes. They rejoiced their refreshment and now time for adieu. Waving 'good bye', they left the homelike. In the mess of leftover, only remnants were two. And from here, the coincidences overwhelmed. These two had met after a long time. So, there could be little hesitation to start to opine. Howbeit, favouritism was at its zenith and hence confab began. And cherry on the cake, candles had burnt completely, perhaps relaxed the uneasiness. They didn't need to glimpse into eachother's eyes, free to depict any damn. Courageously, she started to talk about her routine life. How she managed to outcome everyday's stuggle? How she is prospering with flying colors! Her achievements, her success she was sharing with a smile on her face was resplendency in this murky. Assiduousness had crossed every hurdles to accomplished the motive. "But, paucity of cheers when I was struggling", by making this statement, she burst out of tears. And it was like the arid had submerged into flood. This flood had drown the other too. She also had moisten eyes, which she had managed to hide gracefully and hugged her tightly. In eachother's arm, they felt so secure. Whatever had hidden in their hearts became diaphanous. The other began her tale which didn't have a difference of a single chord and hence seemed both are two verses of the same poetry. Then, whatever they had ode was vibe. Years of aversion had tuned into dulcet, whatever were discordance resonated to consonance. Due to pretty little dissension, they had stitched up their favourite bracelet. Amnestied eachother's demons, they had embraced togetherly sunrise.
She is drenched in reverence for 'herself'. She is a sunshine for her gloominess.
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