They come, stay, then go. They sometimes pour this town with some nuts, sometimes pepper. People don’t know who they are. Once upon a time they wear rainbow coloured robes, other time black shirt. They even have floral and stripped clothes. However, still people don’t see who they actually are.
Recently a friend of mine told me, or challenged me, to write fictional story. I myself don’t write fiction often so I wrote this post as an attempt to write fiction. I just wrote what came to my mind so don’t burden your thought by thinking who “they” are in that story because I don’t even want to know. If I find out it will be nice, if I don’t then I will still be fine. What do you think about this post then?