“Since we don’t have any plan as of now where to start and how to go ahead, where do you propose we begin this search from?” asked Bella as Medusa seemed surprisingly calm.
The trees are laughing once more, dressed in their carnival clothes, the gold and scarlet of the autumn days. They play about the earthy hues of the branch and trunk, proud flags in any sky. As they do I take in the freshly calm air with that hint of an earthly aroma, the fragrance of homeliness, thought Medusa. Where she lived the trees and greenery were lot more less colourful than the land she was in at the moment.
“This path of life is challenge enough, without making mountains out of molehills, and yeah, we all see the craggy mountain of ice when we are afraid, triggered, maxed out emotionally... So instead of th
