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It was midnight when Sara dozed off, reading 'Gone with the wind’. She lay asleep unperturbed by the city's hustle as the day dawned. Flies buzzing around the half-eaten pizza dispersed as the alarm blared. She was sacked from her job yesterday as her team came off worst successively despite her best efforts. She woke up lazily, eyes swollen and red catching the first glimpses of the day. It wasn't a happy morning, after all. Anxiety suffused her heart and the city sounds got on her nerves. Sara needed a break.

In no time she got ready stowing her luggage in the boot, she was off to Kavaludurga. Trucks trundled along the highway, and smoke and dust clung to the air as a trail of nasty little jet clouds hovered in the air. The mobile towers and matchbox-like houses stood tall than coconuts forming a concrete jungle. Sara snapped her car window as a waft of smoke and burning plastic engulfed her. She couldn't breathe, and her eyes moistened. The world appeared to grow dark, love withered away and life snuffed out. She felt as if stuck in a maze with no way out and the darkness encroached getting to her as she stood vulnerable and feeble. Life was miserable giving deathblows and knocking her out every single time.

Suddenly a ray of light lit up the tear-stained face, seeping into her as well. The buildings had dwindled and lush greenery welcomed her. Cows and cattle strolled across the ragi field as kids were nipping with sticks in their hands. A cool breeze brushed through her hair carrying the scent of fresh mangoes. Sara felt enchanted and hope blossomed in her heart. The trees danced, and birds chittered as the afternoon sun bathed the plants in its warm light. She couldn't resist a grin, she was rapt by the power and beauty of nature. It was magic! A new chapter in her life had unfurled with no mistakes in it yet!