Aditya verma

THE DREAM

The moon was starting to fade away but its light, after being reflected by every molecule of the crystal-clear river water, lit up the shore. Little glimmers of red light could be seen as it was the time of dawn. As the cool breeze was blowing it gently lifted up the girl's hair as she watched the boatman paddling across the river. She has always been there, far away from the fast, busy and buzzing city life. That small village was her paradise her world. Those mountains had limited her view but not her heart.