A realization just hit me as I was randomly going through my writings. I mostly write about the negativities of life. I write about lost feelings, trampled aspirations ....unfulfilled dreams. I write about the invisible chains that keep us tied, buried to the ground...stopping us from achieving the full potential, from flying away, up in the sky like a golden bird with rainbow feathers... I write about dark corners with horror cladded walls where you feel too claustrophobic to live.

But what I often miss out are the tiny creaks in those walls that bring home the first rays of morning sunshine, that has me thriving till date.

© Rashmita Dhungel 💕