Date :- 18.03.2022
The blowing sound of chill wind... The moon looks unnaturally crescent looks like a pale bashful widow...the love lost..hapless . Shameless shadows are passing by... Scarlett,the renowned hunter distressed by his fellas on a dark Night... The dense disdained jungle,deeper ever than before,denser perhaps the wild attire of nature mourning down here He feels lonely..lonelier than before... Oh! My beloved one...for the last laugh I want ur warmth The shadowy faces of dangers are passing by.. Here raises the sound..the roar..larger louder than before Like a voice of lost emptiness ...here scarlett once an ominous hunter now he is quite senile.. Faces a Tiger.. Flabbergasted...dumbfounded for a while.. No the tiger is not attacking him neither showing aggression. Suddenly it came near Scarlett...whispers on ear ' let's see'..we have no family.. Then we were there..and then... ' The tiger was stopped stumbled Little.
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