I was happy. Life was all rosy and promising for me until I chanced upon “the other side” of it. Like a half eaten apple, it was ‘cratered’, patched with brown, and all sweetness had faded from it. I wandered around, fumbling for a firm foothold.
I kept walking. Stopping would have been fatal. What with the quicksand texture of the ground I tread...I hopped from one mound to the other, careful lest I fall and hurt myself. I met many a sunset with light slowly ebbing out of my ‘life on the Other Side’. It required tremendous will to keep walking and one day I reached a cross between the other side and the side I had resided in during happy times. I barely managed to crawl over and now I am changed and glad to be back where I belong. The sun sets leaving with a promise of a better day on the morrow.
This was the story of an insect crawling on the half eaten apple on my desk.
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