Pristine Stream

Dragging his bag along he climbed the stairs of his flat

The door opened welcoming him into his home in a city which gifted him with everything he had wished for but taken away his most precious belonging , his innocence.

The deafening music from the neighborhood made him miss those good old days of village life where he spent his childhood sitting beside the sparkling stream that flowed within the forest nearby laden with uncountable trees.
A dip in it’s pristine water relieved him off the vagaries of everyday life .

“ I will go back someday “ he mumbled to himself before succumbing into deep sleep .