What you do, comes back to you..!!

Deserted, barren , wild heath; which inhabits none but those who deceit.

Was I stuck there, shrieking my lungs out, yet couldn’t defeat the silence in the air.

It seemed my voice was but audible to me, to no one else the hills or the trees.

The lifeless woods, absorbing the sound,

Branches throwing me to the adjacent forests so that I was not there again found.

Next morning when I, in my real world, returned.

At once my mind to that incident turned, it recalled the previous day’s lie and caused much pain when I realized.

Went back to her to apologize, that little village girl had retreated to her motherland, threatened by my disguise.

I was full of fright, felt guilty to contact her and neither did she write.

Days have passed yet I remember the brutal nightmare which still thuds my heart and stands my hair.

And then when I remember the little girl I curse my sense of humor to have found amusement at the cost of her tears…

Wish that the fake story doesn’t disturb her too.

Praying to god that is all I can do.

Revising the lesson that your doing comes back to you….