Wonderlust

The air was dry. Desks were cold. Attitudes were chilling. The atmosphere in the class was nowhere bloomy enough to lift up the mood. Emptiness hung in the air like a descending cloud of mist on a winter evening. Emotions always prevails over mind. Jealousy flooded his mind like a fresh tide of wave bringing debris out of the bottom of the ocean and dumping it on the open, sandy, hot beaches. Yet what it was that kept him hooked, even he didn’t know.
It was always like this. These thoughts had been there for so long that it looked as if it was embodied in his sulci and gyri. He started thinking of it as a permanent privation of his abstract thinking.
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