Metro Diaries: Epoch

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This week Metro Diaries has traveled to a wonderful fellow blogger and author Saravana Kumar's blog Few miles. His blog completed five years and on this occassion he is having a series of guest posts by some amazing authors on the theme "Five". A small attempt on it by me ~


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Sharada stood at the balcony staring at the pitch dark sky aimlessly. Tonight there was no moon and due to clouds even the stars weren’t visible clearly. Not something she would have wanted, but then she had no choice. Tired and fatigue clearly writ on her face the starless sky seemed to reflect her agony so well. Darkness is what she felt deep inside her heart, as if some strange power was pulling her into an abyss from where there was no coming back. She felt utterly helpless not knowing what to do. Was life such a burden for all, she wondered. As the cool gust of wind touched her body before passing ahead, her mind travelled back in time when such nights were synonymous with exams.

“Sharadaaaa…..its 7:15!” her mother would scream.

“Amma… just 5 minutes more…” she would grumble from beneath the blanket.

Since the time eternal Sharada always loved her sleep, for her it was the most precious thing on earth. But it seemed as if everyone was against her thriving love affair with sleep. In kindergarten it was the early morning school and then as the age progressed so did the burden of studies making the sleeping hours lesser and lesser with every passing year.

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