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World in a grain

Pretext:

Every grain tells a story. "Sand is apparently mundane everyday material," says Welland. I found extra ordinary about an individual grain can take you on.
SAND. It's everywhere, even in places you don't expect. It's infact, the most abandoned thing in this planet. It's actually more important solid substance because without sand, we have no modern civilization.

Poem:

"Little grain of sand,
It's golden touch upon my hand
Slips from my grasp as if it was never meant for me,
There is certainty only in the knowledge that time
That shifting sands of time,
that shakes with the echo off each previous version
For good or ill, all that stands against it,
Try to shield eyes already written to their limit."

Anecdote:

The ocean breeze flows gently towards me. The salty air slids through my lungs when I inhale. This trip is not for playing in the water. But to but built a kingdom of sand.

I watch the land and prepare for the construction that I look upon to. Watch the air and water battle effortlessly around the golden sands. Watch the way the grains nestle between my legs. Nature's finest bestman is it's waves and winds crafting every beautiful detail of tiny particles of sand.

The sun is high and the time is right, I reach for the sand, pulling towards myself. Each grain telling it's sorry, it's own tale to me. My towers are built and the walls are up. all the time, crafting my Kingdom of sand. All the energy used to create my beautiful land, where all my needs and all my people love me and won't disappoint me.

Soon it's finished. Everything is settled, safe and secured. I stand up and smile, all is well. I have seen a beauty, love and trust. As I gulped my saliva in a tiring period of joy. In a flashing second, my Kingdom is built, yet wave swirls against my Kingdom as an evil army approaches a kingdom of joy.

My Kingdom flushed over it's waves, that particles of sand moaning at me, as I stood still in pain. There goes my everyday childhood in vain. I hope and return to home with grimace, one day I would able to built my Kingdom of Sand.

Keerthana Ramesh
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