The stories untold

When i walk the roads of these small hilky town, i seem to be listening to a melody of sweet happiness diaguised in its wind. The roads with these twisted turns seem to carry so much burden. Every big house seems to have a story untold. The silence of the night seems to have many thoughts and noises submerged. With the first ray of light comes the laughter of the birds as if they have found their hero who saved them from the villainous dark. The more I explore in these roads I find the tragedy, happiness, smiles, joy and the masteries. They tell the pain and hurt the town has been through. They tell the struggle the people went through. It talks about the revolt and the rebel. The conservatism and progression. But then comes the rain which sweeps away all the tears and all the dirt. It cleanses the soul. It brings with it a fresh air and carries with it many more stories yet to unfold.