Dhara was lying on her bed her eyes closed attempting to sleep but it was far from her. She was changing one curve to another, restless. She stood up from the bed and walked to the window. Seating on the chair near to the window and her cheeks rested on her palms, her eyes went on the neighborhood's flower pot, lost in her thoughts.
The cold yet little wet breeze making her hairs swing freely in the air. She removed the hair lock from her face and grabbing all the hair she twisted them in a messy bun. Her face was brushing with the cool breeze made them feel like an icy freeze and her lips were dried due to the breeze. She leaked her lips to remove some dryness. She looked up at the sky. The moon was enjoying the game of hide and sick behind the clouds. The sky was decorated with dark gr
