Beginning

She looked at the earth, thoughtfully, and felt sorry for her.

“Mother,” that’s what she called the earth, having never seen her own mother, “it seems you are greying faster than me. But you will never ever stop us from exploiting you. Why?”

She thought of the day ahead. She wanted it to end, the endless struggle. But could she stop her silly sons from exploiting her.

No, she thought, for she was just like her mother, the earth.  

“If I am like her then why should I regret? A mother never regrets.”

She smiled and thus began her day. 

Word count 100

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If Only?

Despite all the lights, and all lights were bright, he could not shut out the darkness; it kept on peeping through the window.

“Why?” he asked himself.

It was overpowering, this darkness; it was a challenge and he seemed to be failing, again and again.

Only if he could have convinced her that there was nothing fake in his love.  But was he being truthful, he wondered.

He hated himself for being uncertain of everything, even his love.

If he could shut out this darkness from his being then everything would be bright and cheerful.

If only?

Word Count 100 words.

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