Hyperbole

On a lazy Sunday morning my thoughts drifted towards the time I had spent with Suzana. I missed her and the thought that I did came out of nowhere and enveloped me like a light cloud around me. I took my bike and rode to the place where she is, right on the banks of Gomti. It was still early morning and the sun was still not out. On the riverside a light breeze was blowing and the flock of wild ducks were flying down to the water. Just the kind of place and time of the day Suzana would have loved to run around in. On the left side was a railway bridge and a passenger train lazily trudged across it. How she would have gone all curious on seeing a train, got all excited and then barked herself crazy taking the train to be some giant lumbering animal trying to flee from her barks. She would have loved the whole experience. Stood around for a while soaking in the scenery and had a small chat with her, telling her how much I missed her, how she had to be put to sleep due to the debi