The flame was oriented with no signs of deviation. Bright, right and upright. He was calm as he wasn't exposed to wind. He appeared strong because he was calm. Firm in motive, concentrated in dimensions & effective in purpose. Wax of the candle got emotional & started melting. She was very impressed & influenced by the flame. To her, he was a source of daily inspiration and a symbol to idealise. She was a bit inferior of its perfect composition & consistency because the flame appeared strong. Bright, right and upright. Until a day came, when windows were kept open. The wind played its flute & the flame was forced to dance. Wax was over-excited, by just imagining the idea of her hero dancing to the wind. Unfortunately, the flame ruined the show and the wind felt wasted for playing a delightful tune, in vain. Flame was all over the place. Wax felt cheated and was extremely disappointed.
"My hero.. his wisdom and firmness was impersonating the silence of lack of power ... and for him, i melted & melted & melted ..."
awesome thinking......
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