I slept. It was war time. The armies were badgering every other village. The people marched in groups towards an unknown destination.  The path battered by blood and hatred. The young, the old, the youth, the infants, the mothers and every other living being moved in anguish, fatigue and restlessness. The air was filled with occasional whimpers and the stench of sweat, desperateness and desolateness.

The hunger army marched to the camp. The soldiers hypocritically were strong and brave. The mother and her children curled themselves to a shelter. The lady tried to keep her children in good humor. The soldier dropped their ration. The ration was enough for her children. The siren blew suddenly. The news broke, the war's over, peace would fill the air, the hunger army can return to their village. The eerie calmness broke into a sudden chattering of the groups.

The mother closed her eyes; she saw the vast green fields, her cattle, the sun rays on her roof top, her children running around the farm, the produce from the farm, the simple and a joyous life untouched by hatred and scarcity.

She opened her eyes and quickly realized the hunger in her and her children. The hunger that was numb because of uncertainty came to life with peace. To her dismay the ration was just enough for her children, the food was dry and lifeless but the soul was drenched with new hope. She fed her children and saw the crumbs on her pale fingers. She took a deep breath and the odor of the food satiated her. She was happy and smiled through her cracked lips. The gentle breeze caressed her with the sprinkles of the spring showers. The showers filled the air with new life.

I woke up with the sprinkles of the spring shower. My soul was rejuvenated with life and youth. The winter is over and spring’s here. The first rays of the sun touched my soul and I was let free to live my life again.