A Beautiful Dawn

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He stood still, a ray of sunlight made of shimmering particles. He wasn't an organism, but the organism was him. He didn't make the particles, but the particles made him. He was just a manifestation of dust and dreams, both revolving in an elliptical battle of wills. The dust won A world of malice is all that Arjun has ever known. In an attempt to escape this unjust myriad of swarming reality, he is pushed into paranoia by his Muslim step brother, Omair. With his parent's impending divorce, Arjun and Omair set off a frenzy of events as they both run away from their homes, their swirling destinies mingling to become one. While gliding through the trough and flexing inside the rigidity of the society, Arjun finds his calling in sway of the motion and the solitude of his mind, a place he retreats to everytime his feet touch the dance floor. A master in the art but a novice in the path of life, he unknowingly hangs onto Omair, as his brother sabotages every obstacle into oblivion, furthering his debt on Arjun, the icy hands of death tightening around his neck. Now having finally been introduced to the concept of reality; his bubble of fantasy is burst with a single pinprick of a doubt.