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Silent nights

Emily heard the wind swooshing against her window. Another stormy night, she thought.

She dragged herself out of the bed, stepped into the balcony. The eerie silence greeted her. The trees were as still as the night and all she could hear was the silent humming of the air-conditioners.

Thinking her half-dreaming, half- awake mind was playing games, she went back to her sleep.

She was woken up again. She was sure there was a storm in her window.

She did not go out to check this time though. Not because she was dreaming but because she knew the calm night outside would never come to know about the storms inside.
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Pallav said…
that's the reason why I always take a shit before going to bed. no storms inside you know ;)

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September 3, 2008 at 12:33 PM
♪♪Happy Go Lucky♪♪ said…
very nice and beatiful.. short and sweet kind..
September 14, 2008 at 4:39 AM
Anonymous said…
There are always storms inside and somehow, even though the sky thunders, in comparison, its always sober :)
September 18, 2008 at 7:20 AM
The Crazy Apothecary said…
storms inside.. That's us..
by the way , something on my blog for you to see...
September 29, 2008 at 10:09 PM
Anonymous said…
i just love the way u write...it seems me somehow...


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December 22, 2008 at 1:51 AM
bondgal_rulz said…
There are storms inside all of us, all the time. And the masks that we wear never let others' even have an idea about them.

wonderfully written. :)
February 1, 2009 at 10:14 AM
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