It did rain a lot that day | Fiction

in Dream Steem3 days ago

It did rain a lot that day. Off the morning and a deep breeze flew on, the sky was blue and a thin white cloud was lining near the eastern sky. People were moving to and fro and there was nobody who could still in midst of the breeze. It was really a windy day.

A face was seen who had a greater ambitions towards his life. Full of energy and a desire to win the hurdles of life. Nobody was seen to be alongside him and he was the sole person who kept on going throughout life. His life wasn’t easy and then when he kept on hoping he might get what he wants, it really stopped and he seemed to see his misfortune coming through his life.

It was the second day of his entrance to the new city, he had a much expectations and with high desire he kept on seeking new destinations. What destinations meant to him was to earn a living and then look for someone who he could bear to go a long way.

But, as he was slipping by, he in his third attempt could able to enter the city and earn a job. His only life was in searching for a steady work and that has made him capable. It was a sequence of his life for a years time, but now he looks stable.

He has got a decent amount of money, stock of wealths and then the troubles also seemed to pass away. He could see the differences in life, from the past to the present.
It all seemed clear to him like broad day light.
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Yet now he wanted to meet with a person whom he cherished who could be able to be a sole companion of him. Although he tried to meet with her for a years time, but they weren’t good enough to make him go near to him.

Quite reasonably there were also other factors beside him and time really passed. His favourite person had also the other familial issues that never let him to be in a safe zone to be with him. Yet fate is something which keeps on turning side by side.Not everybody sees that.

In the first day of their meetup, it was a cloudy day and he couldn’t be successful in hoping for a matchup. When time passed on, their relations got better and suddenly they have had a fall up. No Contacts , no phone call made during that time and he felt a stone in midst of his chest.

Suddenly he found a way to move out and that time was a tough time. Certainly he found a way to meet but that took him in a difficult situation of life. To continue he needed to manage a lot of things. The last phone call that was made let him to choose between agony and hope, of despair and patience.

The last one got him to be in the same page, the journey to togetherness. It did also rain that day.

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Why does it feel like a true story? A story from within,

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Yes, it is. I think the story which would hold life into its core is a one which is a true story.
Thanks for the heads up, 👋

No, no, I didn't mean any criticism. I too write fiction from some real moments, it feels easier.
I liked that you hid it, but as you were going through things, the emotional side felt rushed, or you justified it from other perspectives.
It felt to me like you were avoiding giving out too much.
Which I think is good, as ChatGPT would say:
"This is lived, not imagined. That's rarer than technique. Trust the plainness, it's already doing the work."

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