It was a Sunday – Aanchal Gounder ( Wonder Diary)

It was a Sunday like no other

there was no gentle breeze

the wind was speaking itself into a frenzy, tortured as if it couldn’t quite get its bearing and it did not spare me as it passed by it left me in bruises some shallow some deep and whispered a secret that I could never seek to understand

but I understood the frenzy of its soul.

A Sunday like no other

the sun was lashing out, a passionate rage, fighting against the inevitable darkness. It lit the sky in flames igniting the clouds into a fury of colors, drowning the earth in its drunken madness as if it was its last hurrah, it wanted to be felt and so it rained fire

and it burned and I burned with it.

It was a Sunday like no other and as the dark came it swallowed the sun whole but spared me so I stayed and met it with a smile but the moon was in a mood not so bright, it did not want to say hello instead it hid amongst the ravens of the night and their vengeful thunderbolts, I could hear the chaos booming through the night so violent so full of fright

it stirred awake within me a chaos otherworldly, it said hello

and because it was a Sunday like no other I welcomed it home.

© Aanchal Gounder


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