Today autumn visited winter. It was winter’s first invite for old friends, no one showed up except autumn. The autumn brought its sun and breeze but could not bring the colours . The fall was crisp and probably knew how the get-together would be . With winter to heed, there would be old wounds to heal and no warm house to hide.
The winter spread a grey carpet for the autumn sun. Though the autumn breeze froze when it offered a handshake, somehow a smile found its way to lighten up the mood. The winter sky hugged the autumn sun for very long time and did not let it go. That’s when, I got an opportunity to bask in the sun after almost a week. I knew I needed healing. So was the sun.
My grandma once told me sometimes you need to remind the divine of its divinity. I reminded the sun of everything that it is. The eternity blushed and turned blue. I knew that moment, I healed myself and the sun too.
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