September, the month of happiness and an immortal train of laughters and giggles for some people, and for some, it is a breeze of depression, sadness, grief and memories that makes everyone nostalgic. This month, it gives you hopes and dreams in the morning, and in the evening, it changes everything, you feel like you're going to fail, your dreams are never going to come true, you're dull and exhausted. In the morning, it tells you to tell your beloved how much you love him. In the evening, it tells you he's never going to see your face again, if you do so.
You want to dance to the sound of birds' chirping in the morning but at evening, all you want to do is grieve over what you don't have. It motivates you to achieve your goal and then tells you it was never your goal, it was just a mirage that went away.
The silence prevails as soon as the sun sets. And this absence of words and voices is not soothing.
It is scary. The beauty of the nature is snatched away by an invisible hand and the earth looks eerie. This is how it is, this is September.
You want to dance to the sound of birds' chirping in the morning but at evening, all you want to do is grieve over what you don't have. It motivates you to achieve your goal and then tells you it was never your goal, it was just a mirage that went away.
The silence prevails as soon as the sun sets. And this absence of words and voices is not soothing.
It is scary. The beauty of the nature is snatched away by an invisible hand and the earth looks eerie. This is how it is, this is September.
