The Wind
I stood on my private terrace, my hand in then cold railing as I stared at the beautiful night sky. I sighed, dreamily, enjoying the wind play with my hair. I was always inspired by the wind and as there hadn’t been a windy day for a long time, I was happy to feel the gust of wind on my face again.
Many people didn’t bother to feel and see the wind but to me, the wind wasn’t just wind, to me, it was everything. I was inspired by it, by its movement, by its swiftness… by its power.
I was inspired by God for making such a thing…such a wonderful thing.
What was inspiration anyway? To me, inspiration was the fondness of a human, the love, the beauty, the addiction, the attraction…
Whenever the wind touched my face, I would feel absorbed in a deep conversation with it… It told me how it hurried through the streets of London, it told me how beautiful Rome was and it told me how busy Tokyo, Japan was. It told me the secrets of a child whispered to another in the park of Canada. It told me the military plans of America and it told me how the celebrities were enjoying the Hawaiian Sun but the wonderful thing of all, it told me that my lover would be returning to me…
It was an amazing thing, how something like the wind could spread to every corner of the world in only a limit of eighty seconds. It went to every place of the Earth, again and again… carrying the aromas of the places and people…
The wind carried the smell of sweat, of hunger, of blood… proving the point that it had been to many dreadful places. But it also carried the fragrance of flowers and the smell of delicious street food and most importantly, it smelt of the sweet perfume that I knew very well…
I smiled to myself as I leaned against the railing, the insides burning with excitement.
‘He was coming back…’
“Ma’am,”
I turned my head and I gave a small smile at the butler who was holding my cell phone.
“It’s for you,” The old butler said, returning the smile.
I slowly went over to him and with thanks, took the cell phone.
I waited for the butler to walk out of my terrace so I could have my privacy…
With a knowing smile and a confident voice, I spoke into my cell phone…
“So Max, when do I pick you up from the airport?”
My heart gave a small squeeze of excitement when the person on the other side spoke.
“Amazing, how did you know I was coming?” he asked.
I closed my eyes as the wind played with my hair again…
A small smile came on to my features.
“The wind told me,”
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I love teh wind. I stand outside in the woods on windy days and lust listen to the wind blow, letting my hair get whipped all over the place.
Your story was cute. Thanks for enetring it into my contest. Sorry it's taking me so long to judge -
Wow awesome story! It was very well written, and flowed very smoothly. The words made me feel like I was drifting with the wind, and that I could feel it myself. I love this story because it is also a very unique idea. Great job, and good luck on the competition!
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wow! that was a very nice story. I loved how you described your connection to the wind. i also liked how you spoke it, it was a unique piece of writing. not cliche at all!
i think here, you did a good job!! plus you're from pakistan, which makes u the third person (that is pakistani) to ahve come to SW!! yay!!
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