There was a town that stained her dreams gold by thrashing it. A loud monotonous tone woke her pounding head into consciousness. The alarm soothed horrors of previous night. The very clock that screamed now sang the melody of time “ 6 o’clock, 21 March; Weather: 37 degree Celsius, Lost trees in last 24 hours: 73.”
Nila didn’t ’t mind the exhausting warmth of the sunlight. After a long minute she extended her hands towards the clock. The wind chimes framing the window danced. She locked the door as she ploughed the handbag to double check if everything was present. It was also to ignore the dull buildings that swallowed the sky.
The harsh rays of sun needled into her skin. She paced towards sidewalk to avoid the speeding car. The pounding grew denser the unsynchronised horns of city streets. The growing greenery of the nature fluttered her heart even after working for three years as a nature ranger. The job has its own perks of gazing at the nature and taking care of the flora that caged by the fences of the priceless buildings with the view of the greenery one could kill for. As city outskirts...