'' On Love and Destruction''

She loved dancing to the tune of the rain drops. Her most delicate movements revealed themselves when it rained and the wind gently caressed her. The fire in her soul burned brighter each time she gave herself in to the ecstasy of the raindrops. Whenever the wind rose, she could feel a slight tremor in her heart: one that threatened to resonate and redefine her existence. Such was the love she felt for the rains. But as they say that when you love something, you entitle it with the possibility of your own destruction. It at times becomes a game of life and death; and it’s just a matter of time when your soul or existence is wiped off. She often wondered why is it that people consistently are allured by ideas or for situations which we know are poison for our existence. But each day when she felt the flame in her soul burn brighter, she still wanted to dance in the rain. Such was the love between the flame and the rain…..

Sriparna
29th July 2015