The Classical Bell – A Short Story
Far in the north of my body towards the east once lived a heart, which had a classical bell, which used to ring every now and then.
Even my conscience, fear, anxiety and excitement changed the motion of the bell and the speed at which it usually rang.
With time passing by and by exposing the bell to the materialistic world, the bell started rusting, and lost its magical sound and started producing melodious sound once in a blue moon.
One day it stopped ringing without letting anyone know that it wants to rest and is tired.