Peculiar

It was as if the world stopped spinning for a while. The quietness left nothing but a distinct feeling, peculiar. The busy worldly routine nobody seems to escape all this while did not seem to take its ordinary course.

Quiet. That you can hear the clock was ticking, and the ticking sound was getting closer and closer, closer than you to your own self. Peculiar. Yes, it's here, as it has always been.

Here not to be remembered. Here not to be paraded. It's here to remind. The things that we, forget easily, most of the time, forgetting that it has never been gone.