Often in life, we come across few moments that are etched in our memories forever. In these blissfully rare afternoons, my solitude weaves its magic web, entangling me in its dreamy mesh. The last sun rays of the day shine brilliantly on the tips of the grasses. Some odd petulant dry leaves come flying around in the calm afternoon breeze and fall at my feet, kissing them. At these moments, I feel a heartening sense of harmony between my consciousness and the universe. The sudden chirrups of the homecoming birds bring me back to reality, reminding me that my afternoon tea has probably gone cold. The setting sun paves the way for the Evening Star in the basking glow of the twilight in my tiny backyard. I nonchalantly grab the dried leaves that have now grown obedient at the touch of my feet and put them inside my book. It is time to hide my tiny universe deep inside me, far away from the harsh realities of the world.
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