It was a frantic run on the paths created by the tall standing trees, in a dim sunlight which could not penetrate the lushy leaves. Eyes squinted and were procrastinating over a heavy pounce on their prey any moment. Soaked in the perspiration, you were drenched. Panting gets heavy, breathing becomes difficult. You were yearning to find yourself in a different place after you black your visuals. At the same time, the brain is trying to work out the route for the escape. You opened your eyes. It was still the same old ground. Doubts gathered. Did the man who resides in the heaven actually hear your prayers?

I perceived that the sky is exceptionally low in the school because, i have to raise it up with both my arms all the time. Is there anybody willing to come close and tell me hey silly girl the heaven never falls, it only rains.