The mountain kept burning under the beautiful night sky. A sky with one bright star. As if the mountain was reflecting the light this loner has. And all people could see is the fire. but that is not what I see from this high floor. All I see is smoke. Weird isn't it? These dark waves of smoke attract more attention than the brighter flames. And I keep on watching. Even when the fire is out, the smoke keeps on going. Higher and higher. The kind of height I only can imagine.
But as the smoke grows more and more, the sky gets clouded. There is no more beautiful sky. There is no more bright star. There is just pure darkness. And now the smoke is less attractive, rather it is intimidating. But there is always something you cannot predict. the Wind. The wind is too strong. It is going to make smoke fade out. But there is a possibility that it might ignite the sleeping fire. but it doesn't happen. the wind clears the sky within small span of time. The hours of wrong doing is cleared within minutes by this strong force. A force with will power to clear the sky. And make the things the way they should be.
But as the smoke grows more and more, the sky gets clouded. There is no more beautiful sky. There is no more bright star. There is just pure darkness. And now the smoke is less attractive, rather it is intimidating. But there is always something you cannot predict. the Wind. The wind is too strong. It is going to make smoke fade out. But there is a possibility that it might ignite the sleeping fire. but it doesn't happen. the wind clears the sky within small span of time. The hours of wrong doing is cleared within minutes by this strong force. A force with will power to clear the sky. And make the things the way they should be.
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