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13— Unbidden departure! (Part- 2) “The fact that people do not learn from the mistakes of History is the most important lesson of History.” — Aldous Huxley “Try to hurry up, little bird,” he had said before leaving. “No,” I shook my head a little. Sometimes when we think we have choices, is the very time we realise that we have none. Because what is lotted cannot be bloated. We have our ups, and we have our downs yet we stick together in the hope of coming out from such disquieting situations. Blinking several times, a soft gasp left the space of my lips. Although my mind bolted with questions and disbelief, there were certain parts where I already knew what had happened yet I was too late to accept it. I was just in the phase of denial of what actually had happened. Because at the end of the day I was nothing but a human with a tormented head. “Actually we both will be waiting for you. Come soon.” His voice kept on reverberating inside my head. What? What happene
14— Talks and beseeching! (Part-1)“Now, I totally don't believe in: the ‘eyes' are the souls of human beings because I have met a lot of people in life with warmth in their eyes and monsters residing inside them.” —Saumya Tripathi “Who are you?” I breathed, quivering in the cold. “What do you want from us?” Trying to force back some air into the lungs, I whisper-yelled. “So you think, it is easy for me to just trust a complete stranger without any questions asked and be compliant with what has been asked of me?” “No,” he finally forced out the words. “But you should know I will never let any harm come to you or your brother if you listen to what I say.” “What if I say: you're the one who has been hurting us by forcing us to stay with you?” Even in the storm-crashing weather, there was an eerie silence at that moment. I waited for his reply. “It's the only way to protect you.” “Protect me from what exactly?” I burst into tears. “It is you who we want protection from!” He was
15— Talks and beseeching! (Part-2) “We judge people as it is obvious psychology of humans to do so. But the question is: is it worth it? To judge everyone based on how they look? By how do they present themselves? By how do they choose to act? Because some people ought to be felt rather than observed. As you truly cannot judge people by their outer layers, that would be so unfair, some people should only be gazed upon by their hearts instead of eyes.” — Saumya Tripathi “However, if I have to, I will. But you already know that. Don't you?” I did. His deep, uncaring tone sent chills down my spine. “It totally depends upon what you choose.” He waited. “Either it is your way or mine but the path needs to be the same.” Anger spiked in my stomach as if molten lava had been kept in it. I needed to get over this. I needed to get away from him. I had to get over it as quickly as possible. I had to! Because I didn't have much of a choice. As if knowing my state, the breeze picked up.
16— Home but not ours! In the longest silence that followed, he wanted to tell her a thousand things. . . . Beginning with a plea that she could stay. The need to beg, pulsed in his veins. Yet, hoping against hope, he wished she stayed. — Saumya Tripathi “If it were on me, I would never come with you.” “That's a fortunate thing it isn't on you then,” he bent and whispered in my ear. “Otherwise that would have turned out to be such a disappointment. Wouldn't you agree?” His words were like a dagger piercing through the heart. With a touch of poison rooted into the tone, I inched back. “Why?” There was a catch in my tone that I wanted him to know what he wanted from me. I would never give him willingly. Not until when I knew I still had a fight left in me. “Why are you torturing me like this?” He clenched his jaws while levelling with me with an angry frown. Moving closer, he leaned towards me, his hand capturing almost the whole of my already wet face, “Because it's the only
17— Answers are what I seek! “Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody.” — Saumya Tripathi How ironic was it to actually understand: why the most dangerous place for humans was their own working minds? Wasn't it? It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare and empty and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings. I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed, despondently. The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale and orange, mixed up distantly making it look more beautiful and mesmerising from afar. Enthralling. Just like it was supposed to be early in the morning. Sunrises and sunsets were t
18— An unforeseen talk with Sabba! “Knowledge comes with a prize that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since it has been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.” — Saumya Tripathi “How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. “Why wouldn't I be?” Recalling his words as he uttered in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered. "You had an accident when you were little causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain letting you form a wall over it," I could still remember him saying to me. “We had a bond.” The hauntingly certain confidence in his tone had me blanketed in goosebumps and chills. The way the truth appeared to have swirled in the large orbs when his piercing gaze met my eyes made my heart rac
19— Big brother, is he?The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it. —Saumya Tripathi In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly. “So does that mean: you were in love with me the moment you saw me?” The hair on the back of my neck stood up at the attention while having an unsettling familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily. "Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?" My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of fear of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped. “Hm?” I dismissed him completely. From then we sat silently. I, with my food, which I was barely eating. Quite forcibly. And him, feeding my br
Part two. The soft sound of the wind chime clicking together through the wind filled the air while the breeze continued to dance around the curtains. It must have been the first time where the silence didn't instil terror but brought a soothing calmness and tranquillity with it. Regardless of the fact that even though there was a certain feeling of desolation that was present in the atmosphere, I let myself breathe the calmness that the breeze didn't fail to provide. Unknowingly, my gaze swept back towards the middle of the window where the wind chime remained hanging delicately. I seemed to have been transfixed by it as it kept on moving and making a musical tone and yet I was seeing nothing. My eyes kept on gazing at it blankly with a wide range of thoughts clouding my brain with possibilities. With my mind occupied by the event which took place in the last couple of hours or was it more than a few hours…I couldn't say. I wasn't sure nor I might have been at the right level of my mi