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It was a crazy winter morning. The spine-chilling winds gushed through the gaps in my window and penetrated my blanket giving me an Arctic blast! I sleepily put on my quilted overcoat and walked towards the window. As I bent to tighten the clamps, I glimpsed a vivid tapestry of  colours . Like a whispered secret, the translucent window glass unveiled a gentle kaleidoscope of hues.   With eager anticipation, I unlatched the window, envisioning a captivating masterpiece awaiting my gaze. But, to my utter disappointment, it was a splash of paints in an unmannered fashion, which appeared like someone had thrown them on top of one another every day in extreme anger and distress. I came back to bed, with curiosity ringing in my head.   Image courtesy: bedneyimages on Freepik   I could not stop thinking about the creator of that “ work ” and felt the grief that person must have been undergoing. During the day, I made up my mind to talk to that person and make him/her feel better

  “Fic-shun” — I am so done with this genre! Cinderella  lives happily ever after, after one of her ballerinas goes missing. Snow White  gets her Prince of dreams, while lying in a coffin. Beauty  marries her beast friend and turns him into a handsome husband! Jack  lives off lavishly with the help of a miraculous legume! Have you heard of these stories or read them yourselves? Well…, I grew up reading these stories too and this coincidentally happened to me as well!! Last night , I was at a star-studded party and I had chosen to wear glass slippers,  bright and glittery  . I was dancing the night out to reach my time limit so I could leave my slipper in a hurry and wait back home for my Prince Charming .. so much so that I was reminded of the duration of my dancing by a piercing pain in my ankle because of the heels. Hyperventilation ensued as a consequence of the excessive dancing and drained my nerves out. I felt a profound depletion of energy and I came perilously close to touching