The wandering cloud. (Short story)
As the sun rose on a change landscape only dry dead branches shiver in the early morning wind. Malinda went to the window, his face seemed very dull and eyes were looking as if he was searching for something eagerly that he couldn’t even find. He couldn’t sleep the whole night. He remembered the only love of his life, the one who he was dying for, the one who he gave the entire life for, the one who he appreciated the most, the one who he wanted to hold and walk forever and ever. He looked at the sky where the clouds were moving aimlessly, wondering where to go. It exactly seemed similar to the present situation of him. It was an autumn time. It was a day which the trees in the garden shaking its lovely green leaves with the help of the smooth air. The birds were chirping and flying here and there enjoying themselves. The buzzing of the bees and the movement of the beautiful butterflies in search of the colorful flowers to suck the honey from was indeed a great delight. Some ch