The languor of a hot summer day vanishes in thin air.
She runs her eyes along the sky as the cool breeze sweeps her hair.
Slowly, dark and wild clouds crawl across the sky.
Getting thicker and darker heralding a heavy rainfall.
As the first drop of rain moistens the earth, a feeling of gratitude washes over her.
Mother earth was desecrated by harsh weather.
Pristine wilderness bows to sky for its blessings and healing magic.
The blessedness of darkness, it’s all there!
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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic”
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Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as
-- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.
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A beautifully penned piece, Smita! Thank you so much for joining in. 😊
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The pleasure is all mine Eugenia. Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Lovely, Smita.
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Thank you
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