The night was silent and she was outside, on her backyard with a blanket wrapped around her slim shoulders. The wood in front of her crackled as the fire slowly consumed it, its thirst quenching little by little. She added another log to the bundle afraid the light might go out. She waited and watched as the particles of fire flew into the sky and she felt herself loosen up. She chuckled at how one small thing can make someone so calm at the same time can also cause much chaos. The fire grew bold every second making the sky more distant. She silently wished that she could end every day of hers in this same way, alone and alienated from the rest of the world.
– Keerthu Vijas