When a breeze becomes a storm the very thing that is soothing and comforting becomes destructive. While the destruction happens, the distinction between the right and wrong starts vanishing gradually. As in the words of Robert Browning, ‘Our interest’s on the dangerous edge of things--The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.’ A candle that’s used to dispel darkness becomes an inferno consuming everything in its way and its brightness becomes blinding. At the very end of this destruction there is an uneasy calm. A kind of calmness that has the power to tear into the hearts and cause pain, which is even beyond that caused when a dagger is stabbed into the chest.
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