Dried Leaves

It was a nice evening, around one hour before the sunset. The breeze was gentle. Sam observed that the breeze is taking away melancholic effects, with the continuous flow, which stayed back on his face for being ruminative and pensive for a long time. He was getting more aware of his surroundings. Some dried leaves were playing with his feet: going from the sides, from the top of his shoes, sometimes moving slowly and sometimes fast. These happenings raised some unknown interest in him.… Read More Dried Leaves