The lemon tree in my backyard was bursting with flowers; we were expecting a good harvest this year. A thunderstorm struck that evening. In the morning, I found the drain clogged with flower petals, leaves, twigs, and shattered hopes of a bountiful harvest. There was mud everywhere. Neither a shelter nor a form of life was visible in the vicinity. The shades of mud, though captivating, did not evoke the response nature does. There was a rumbling, and the earth metres away from where I stood caved in. I shrieked. I had experienced an earthquake in my dream. Perturbed as I was, the view outside the window was of little consolation. I could hear the rustling of tree leaves. I saw green stains of algal growth on the exterior walls of neighbours. All seemed as it was to be. A feeling of impending gloom had stayed behind. The thought of making a pivot had often crossed my mind; to start all over again had pushed it away. The idea of walking the road less travelled had always
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