Lost in thought. Suddenly the feeling is stronger with the smell of dust in the air. Cars passing by and hooting but still the sound is miles away. It is a hot, dry summer’s day everyone minds their own business. Eyes fixed on the building; its majestic architecture is breathtaking, old and dusty. It tastes like soil on my tongue. It’s a different country, the street poles close and the buildings out of focus makes my thoughts run away to a foreign land. The light reflection behind the tree is blinding and the sound of the old clock ticking from a distance almost like a heartbeat sticks likes a song, the world is slowly revolving unnoticeably.
By Akhona Valashiya