My writings

From the top of a Hill

My body convulsively vibrated, shivers ran down me from head to with my feet gone numb and lips gone arid, yearning to be drenched, as i stood on the top of a hill in ice cold. Standing on such  height i saw how beautifully the sun shone from behind the scattered, crimson clouds hung oppressively low like cotton wool. With its grandeur; the sun cast its rays over a wide expanse of lake which had half turned to icy crystals. The silvery gray crops had threshed their crowns and stood like the only desolate observers in the neglected land. Winters had created a saddened aroma. It seemed as if the trees cried out their grievances which could be heard in the dead silence. I wondered in despair if life had vanished from the face of  the land. The tittering of birds, roars of wild animals, cat cries and other malicious tones usually heard had all died down into the silent abyss. Shabby looking huts stood like tombs in a neglected graveyard. I called out,"Anybody there?" and not even my own voice echoed from the vague picture in front of my eyes. Fear gaped up my throat, I could feel a spice in my breath which made me uncomfortable. I wondered how envious those on land felt to reach high skies. Fog kept increasing making the view turn into a blur of images until everything vanished and all i could see was the mist flowing.