PLATTIE

I missed the way it feels to live under a roof. It had been nearly a year since I enjoyed living without having to worry about rain dropping onto my face. But I figured it was not entirely unsettling to sleep in an open street. Although the bare exposure to the metropolitan surroundings might sometimes disturb me with whatever noises in a busy night, I would still be content as I lay down in a dark alley, absorbing what is left from the magnificence of the night, looking at the stars which merely beautified the firmament like precious orbs of the night. True, there are so many things in my life as a destitute person that I could go on and on about. However, I had grown adopting a new set of paradigm, a new way of looking at my despondency which allowed me to live life more hopefully.