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I started my journey. I had to travel afar. It was a fine morning, the sun was shining upon my head. So I began to move. But after sometime, twenty minutes of walking, the sky seemed to change its colour. It was getting black and stormy. The sun was covered up by the dark clouds. And after a moment, heavy rain poured down on my head. So I looked for a shelter and found a number of houses on the road, might be waiting for me to give me shelter, to protect me from the rain. First I saw a small house. Though small in height, it had a beautiful room being decorated very artistically. I went near the house and tried to lurk into the house. And I found the door was closed. It was already being possessed by someone. Without knocking, I came back to the road to resume my journey, even through the rain.
I started my journey. I had to travel afar. It was a fine morning, the sun was shining upon my head. So I began to move. But after sometime, twenty minutes of walking, the sky seemed to change its colour. It was getting black and stormy. The sun was covered up by the dark clouds. And after a moment, heavy rain poured down on my head. So I looked for a shelter and found a number of houses on the road, might be waiting for me to give me shelter, to protect me from the rain. First I saw a small house. Though small in height, it had a beautiful room being decorated very artistically. I went near the house and tried to lurk into the house. And I found the door was closed. It was already being possessed by someone. Without knocking, I came back to the road to resume my journey, even through the rain.
After some moment, I found another beautiful and attractive house. It was situated at a distance from other houses. It seemed to me, as if it was calling my name. I went near the house and found it was not that beautiful as it appeared from a distance. But I had to protect myself from the rain, so hesitatingly I entered into the house. The room was very ugly and there were some other travellers living in other rooms of the house. The house appeared to me a house of prost*****. In a second, my wealth were taken from me. I got kicked from behind and thrown to the road. I was severely injured. But I tried to stand on my feet and resumed my journey again.
Some hours passed. It was afternoon and still raining. I suddenly found another house; wide, tall and beautiful, looking very familiar. I went near the house and entered. The rooms were very beautiful and clean. I sat there and dreamt that this is the house I was searching for. This is the house which can protect me from the rain. But I was wrong. I found the house was already being registered to another person, who will come and stay after a while. I felt guilty for the intrusion. I got up from the dream, left the house and again came back to the road of journey.
Some hours passed. It was afternoon and still raining. I suddenly found another house; wide, tall and beautiful, looking very familiar. I went near the house and entered. The rooms were very beautiful and clean. I sat there and dreamt that this is the house I was searching for. This is the house which can protect me from the rain. But I was wrong. I found the house was already being registered to another person, who will come and stay after a while. I felt guilty for the intrusion. I got up from the dream, left the house and again came back to the road of journey.
Evening was approaching. My difficulties were doubled due to the darkness and rain. I couldn’t continue my journey. I tried to search for a tree or roof for a moments relief. And I found again that small house, as beautiful as ever. And this time its door was half-opened. I knocked on the door and entered into the room. The decoration was slightly ruined. And that ‘someone’ was not there in the room. I tried to restore its beauty and took a rest on its corridor.
And I am resting on its corridor. The outside is black but the rain has been stopped. The moon is on the sky, shining and shimmering. Dark clouds are sailing across it with their silver lining, giving hope for the best and the worst. ‘Someone’ is not here bit his shadow is there in the house. He will return after a while. Will he really return after a while ? The house is slowly taking a place within me for it is giving me shelter. But whose house is it ? The one who ruined it or the one who restored it ? Let the house decide it as I am sitting resting, looking at the moon, thinking of my remaining journey and the " the silver lining ".
And I am resting on its corridor. The outside is black but the rain has been stopped. The moon is on the sky, shining and shimmering. Dark clouds are sailing across it with their silver lining, giving hope for the best and the worst. ‘Someone’ is not here bit his shadow is there in the house. He will return after a while. Will he really return after a while ? The house is slowly taking a place within me for it is giving me shelter. But whose house is it ? The one who ruined it or the one who restored it ? Let the house decide it as I am sitting resting, looking at the moon, thinking of my remaining journey and the " the silver lining ".
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