It’s been days since I hid in this remote village. It will be very difficult for them to find me here. The hills surround this village from all directions; people here seldom have any visitors from outside. By that I mean, the last to come was an old man, returning to his birthplace and that was 6 years ago. Natives of this village are friendly and content. This population does not dream of wandering off to bigger cities or towns, they like it here. I cannot tell you the exact location but that’s only to my advantage. Today, the weather reminds me of that dreaded day, when I was being chased by those flesh-hungry dogs. I couldn’t remember who sent them but they were definitely hunting me. They were huge hunters. I have never seen any such before with big and sharp teeth that were ready to dig into my flesh and break my bones into pieces. Their loud bark still wakes me up at night. Salivating, chasing me, and locating me in all my hideouts by following my scent. I am unable to forget
Everyday has a new beginning. The day which passed had something to teach and the new day has something to give. This world always inspires so, just trying to keep getting inspired. Trying to finish something which was incomplete only to find completeness.