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Jul 2020
The earthquake wove ripples of terror in the minds of my Pompeii...
Trembling I looked towards the great Vesuvius of my emotions still offering me a hint of the bad days to come...

Yet I chose to belittle... And went on bottling my concern within the four walls of the city of my mind...

So one fine day... When I saw a layman hitting stones to see a spark...

The Vesuvius of my emotions erupted... Without a warn
And engulfed my Pompeii in a great ocean of long suppressed lava leaving only in some places a hint of some hardened souls...

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Thus... The regret of catching the hint of Vesuvius about the unexpected exodus of my emotions... Only remained a prisoner of the past!
How we bottle up emotions! Which later erupts in the form of outbursts harming us and others... This is the same way Mt Vesuvius erupted after a long period of offering hints to the people of Pompeii regarding it's eruption...
No wonder we take to the inanimate paper to contain us when animates find no time to lend us an ear! Just wanted to leave you with this thought...! Thanks a lot for reading..! ❤
Veritia Venandi
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