Pluviophilic Solace
PLUVIOPHILIC SOLACE by: CFML October 18, 2010 I was 15 back then – still speculating what it’s like to be one. Too hooked up and curious about the things which were written on books, contemplating if it does happen in real life. Anticipation filled my system for I am legally licensed to feel things people write novels about. How it’s like to be of age. How it’s like to fall in love and experience how unbearable anguishes are. I have never fallen in love that time but the latter one did the twist. I flipped the page of the portfolio that I was reading. It was 8:00 am and I was rushing my requirement which has to be submitted the next day. It was a typical day for me – or so I thought. My warning bells started blaring when I heard my mother panic. I closed the portfolio and placed it underneath my bed. One minute I was enjoying my self-asserted creativity and the next thing I knew, I was hastily grabbing stuffs and placing it to where I thought it’ll be sa...
