Some people fear and loathe the storm, but what I felt was a spirit of ambience and tranquility, a paradox in its nature of aggressivity. Warmth within the cold. The air current had no firm directions, sweeping all of the leaves and dust in its wake no matter where and when they were, as long as it could. I myself found enjoyment in my narrow bedroom. I did not partake in anything during the natural spectacle, only passivity, but having even only a glimpse of what was happening outside from the window gave me instant serenity. Drizzles of raindrops served as the epilogue to an epic of both calmness and brutality, and I found myself in a growing state of uneasiness.

-d.r.

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Daffa Rabbani

Daffa Rabbani

my digital space of intellectual curiosity, carefully curated and explained through words.