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On a cold winter evening you are knitting your colourful wools in your cozy little cottage..
The travellers push open the door and enter inside without your permission for the door has no lock to stop them..
They shower love,hug and kiss and make merry..The little cabin lit up..wine pouring and the glasses tinkling.
You neglect your knitting..forgot your little passions of contentment.
With the night falling the wine bottles got empty..pieces of broken glasses scattered here and there.
They leave your cozy cabin all clumsy and cluttered for the cabin has no lock to stop them either.
6 comments:
Beautiful post
Wonderful! I can relate to this state.
and that is what you call Utopia!! :)
@Rupam,Thank you buddy :)
@Jyothirmayi, I hear you :) Thank you so much Jyothi garu,Glad to have you here :)
@Sathish, :) Even Utopian worlds are not exception from few transformations.After accepting this very fact,Utopia will become even more joyful.What do you say ? :)
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