A story about someone or something searching for meaning.
One day, I found myself entrapped in the middle of a busy street searching for meaning. I was all but barely footed unmindful of the heat and the people who kept passing by. Then my senses overhauled me when I noticed someone giving me a hasty look. But he left.
Minutes later, I was pushed down to walk for almost an hour. I walked everywhere – on the sidewalk, around the park, under the bridge, until I restlessly came toward an old and crowded marketing place in front of a pleasurably-designed jewelry store. An authoritative-looking man went out impulsively which had suddenly given me a fright, thinking that he was going to send me away. To my surprise, he only gazed at me for one quick moment as if I were a piece of diamond. But when he seemed to have recognized me, he walked away, leaving me more miserable and worthless.
Burned hours had passed. It was already mid-afternoon. I tried to look around but people seemed to be uncaring and heedless of my existence. My nerves came alive when I heard a couple of gracious voices followed by a peal of laughter. Before I turned around to face them, the brown-haired lass grasped me in alarm and took me with them as they continued with their discourse. While they were waiting for a ride, I snatched an opportunity to run away, far away.
To my dismay, as I was beginning to revive my composure, I accidentally got plunged into a mud, making me more unattractive.
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