It is a dark and stormy night. I walk through the frigid rain, the wet chilling me to the bone. I still have miles to go, and the rain is solidifying into sleet.
I go into the dark alleys of the labyrinthine streets. Decorated street lamps illuminate the entire place. As I am about to enter the premises, lightning followed by thunder strikes the nearby alley a few miles away from my home.
It rains all through the night. When I wake up, small crimson rays of the sun are falling from the nearby window, which is half ajar. The melodious voices of birds are heard from the nearby tree, which looks full of strength and vigour.
I make a plan to go to a distant place far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I take my bike and some essentials with me and leave my home as early as possible. It is a vigorous journey all through the traditional routes until I reach the destination, fascinated by the remarkable, breathtaking beauty of tall and splendid mountains peaked with green grass.
Everywhere there are splendid trees with their tops reaching the skies. The sound of the gushing water from the brooks and the crystal-clear water rushing from the steep terrains refreshes my soul. I now take my essentials from the bike, trying to look around the premises of the place, which is nothing less than heaven.
In a distant place, I find a baby near the mountain edge, playing without anyone near him. It surprises me greatly that there is a baby here without anyone to care for him. I think .
