Solitary Walker
O ne day- a day of my life, like any other day, but a day that holds in it, the essence of life itself. This pleasant morning, as the birds sang sweetly outside the window, I woke up with a smile on my face, with feelings of hope and visions of light pouring through the simple curve that my lips make together. I was all alone in my home, with the brightness of enthusiasm in my eyes, and the confidence of an angel in my mind. The regular yet ‘as freshening as always’ bath was followed by the socially compulsory and personally preferred dressing-up, in the usual black suit. As I put on the coat, the mesmerizing fragrance and divine beauty of the red rose that stood firmly and confidently in my front pocket, close to my heart, caught my attention and created a spellbinding euphoric aura. I stepped out of the house, with the bright sun shining over my head, the fresh morning- air touching my bare hands and cheeks and thereby creating a sensation of extreme freshness, and the view of an