The Last Tree House

I can't see her face. Honestly, I can't. I imagine what's it like, Behind that grace - The voice, that soothes you into taking her word. My experiences has changed me; I can see clearly now, the rain has gone. Everything is set to " We ", and in plain sight. I enjoy this change. It feels like a new Start. But I don't notice that I'm spiraling out of control. The daggers conspire while I aspire to truly desire and gain back my soul. I'm oblivious to the darkness that beckons me. I feel like I'm on the Edge, with no control whatsoever; no balance, no stick, caught between this huge wedge. But now, the final deed is done. I can't hear her anymore. She's gone. And she replies with this . Welcome. To Windows 10. D. (And at the turn of the tide, I have returned once again. The snitch is yours to keep. Have at it! Kaleida - Think . )

*This post was supposed to have been posted back in March, 2014. But I forgot to because of CBSE Exams. I typed it up but decided to post it afterwards. So, without much further ado..* As the title boldly suggests, I can whisper stuff to birds. Not that it makes any sense to them. I mean, it's not like I'm forcibly crushing them in my hand while I whisper some random stuff like "Turn to page 394" or "Natalia Poklonskaya", now is it? Anyhoo, to cut things short, about 2 weeks ago, I saw two birds fluttering about near my apartment. As far as I could brilliantly  deduce, they were probably searching for morsels of food lying about but to my surprise..they had built a nest. On my tree. My fake plastic tree. So, much to bewilderment of the parents, I began to dote upon the little ones. Mind you, I was having tests that would pretty much determine my career and basically my life. So I took extra effort...to be a watchful protector of sorts..  (batma

He was, no doubt, a mil-no, a bil- nay, a gazillionaire, And she, as plain as the fields could be, Their interests one sided - he could only gaze, Laze upon the thought that was her. He was sure of one thing, though.. He'd never know what peace felt like , ever again. All the wealth he had, and all that he would ever gain, it mattered little to him - for he'd found something. Something, that for the first time in his life, would forever be out of his reach. He was no fool - Oh no, sire, He was a complete idiot! And thus he thought, and think he did - rather foolishly so! The only way to gain peace of mind , in his mind, would be to let her go And the mad man that he was, devised a plan finally. What was it? He'd drop a coin, or any currency that he had, every time a thought stole his mind. He'd place it on whatever was in front of him - so you can imagine the plight of his associates, who knew that the seed of madness took him

Being pretty much jobless these days,  I've faced transitions from one quirky lifestyle to another in a quick pace, from being a slave to enjoying days outside in the sun, to taking long and dreary walks in the hot blistering sun as a part of an exercise regime, I've pretty much been doing "this and that." In these, I've noticed several people and their lifestyles. Some are bland and boring, while others are filled with #magicalmornings which are quite quirky and are actually magically refreshing to read in the morning, while there are those omnipotent forces which are far beyond our scope of understanding (for now.) I've come to face some other dilemmas which can induce quite a number of worrying factors and detriment the overall health of a human being, the first evil being lethargy - it took me a month to overcome that by half, and I'm still lazy to even get up during my usual hours. I've yet to find my own lifestyle - taking in, adapting

With a dazed look upon her face, she stood there - lost in oblivion, It was like she was stuck in a war council -  they were all describing various things, and even though she knew their language, and she couldn't relatively understand a WORD they said. They kept going on, ignoring her presence, How could she *possibly* know what they were talking about? She looked around the room, and noticed, with a sinking heart, that only a few women were present, and even less joined the fray. That reminded her of Frey- what a cold hearted bastard he was. She thought of why she was there, of the reason behind the arguments, what really bonded these men together to be as such, and noticed - in her silent observations a single clue. That was all she needed - she understood the reason, the purpose. Their faces gave it away, their primitive evolution was the main fault and thus, she put forward a resolution to fix all that was broken, and to rig

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