I woke up the next day and was traumatized.I have always loved the calmer people, those who think before speaking, who don't hurt others just because they think to do so.Meanwhile, Abhimaan was quite the opposite of everything.The faster I get over this constant loop, the better for my future, at least that's what I think.I got up and brushed my teeth, and everywhere all I could see was Abhimaan; his aura, his energy, the way he was grappling with words.No, I am not dreaming; he was actually in the headlines of every newspaper and every news channel, pretending to be the king to announce the youth competition for his company.And I remember my father's words: "If I get into his company, I can do something in writing, and he won't stop me!"So from where should I start? What do I have to study? Will my mind take all of it?I looked over the bundle of books and picked one for myself. No, it was not those novels that I always wanted to read.I picked one, and my mind started roaming
+++-+-+---+----+++-+++-++--+++-+++++++------+-+-+--I saw the moon illuminating in all darkness, and I instantly roamed over the nearby window.The scented candles gave me the aroma of the vintage times that I used to read in novels and the night behind the darkness has something strange in it.I flipped over the pages of the notebook he had given me.His neat handwriting, every syllable as gently crafted as he has learnt the art of calligraphy.In the end, I saw a name written and smudged by a black pointed pen.The name must be of seven letters.What would be the reason? Why did he write the name just to delete it again and again? When I think about his eyes, the way he was looking, he had fire in them.What was he hiding?Why the hell you are thinking about him? No! I shouldn't! I ceased his thoughts from my mind and tried to read those letters again and again. I didn't realise when the moon went to hide and the sun focused on shining again. ***A week has passed since my sin
-------------------------------------------++++------------The night was young, for the very first time I was amused by the whole situation. Everyone someone tries to approach me I either jump on their foot, make them cry in anticipation or try to control their laughter.Because these were the men who used to say, women always need a man to be their guard and to help them out. While I like the idea of assisting each other what I do not like is when these men never expect that they can need help from women.I sighed, took a glass of red wine to my lips and thrust its content until my throat almost started burning.Maybe I am going with the flow and drinking a glass of red wine just to remove my anxious state and calm my nerves down.Maybe I should have always been this much braver in my entire life but I think about my past my childhood everything starts to become blurry.The fifth-grade girl appeared in front of my vision. Her hair was loose, her face was ghosted as she had been cryi
The aspect of life can change but what if we are not human any more? Will the perspective change too? There is something about the scenery that I was holding with my eyes. My penetrated eyes were locked in the motion to catch the glimpse of the sky and my younger self was still calling my name.But for what? When I am lying to the ground struggling to find my whereabouts.Does anyone know the perspective of the idea?Why some perspectives cannot change even when you try too hard to forget them.Maybe illusions are real too, and I am stuck in one of them."Will you wake up?' A tinted voice echoes in my mind.And my heart started throbbing again.Am I dreaming? What time it is? Why can't I open my eyes? "wake up, now!" I heard the voice again but then again it was too faint maybe I had crossed oceans while dreaming.Adrenaline rushed into me when a bucket of cold water was splashed onto me."Did you forget, you have an exam? Now hurry up, clean yourself, get dressed and try to do som
-----------------------------------------------------------------He is sitting right there in front of me holding my hand as if I am his lost child.He converses with my mother over call and then again regains his composure of giving silent treatments."let me go," I let out while breathing heavily. I was exhausted from the holds and a little afraid of this closeness. Whenever I look into his eyes, I remember the unexpected kiss received from him. May he burn in hell for stealing my first kiss."Sit down! We are going for a lunch," "Does my mother ask you to take me for lunch?" Sarcasm was dripping from my tongue."Do as I say," He gritted his teeth and started the car engine again.I rolled my eyes.What is this for? And why I would want to have lunch with him? Or anything with him?He is such a head man!! The worst kind! I stared at the outside window and the greenery on the other side.The weather was somehow strange too. My heart was not in good health and I could the river
_-----------------------------------------------+++----I know those forests that are strange to find in the night, or those oceans that hardly breathe even though they have crossed the Momentus of times.I know the summer behind the wall or the winter ready to escalate me on my fall.But there are some things which I am not aware of. The rain has stopped now, it is not falling on me any more. And I can see we both were drenched from water from head to toe. "You were always like this?" After a moment of silence, I heard him say.I ignored.I didn't care.I was still walking. And he was following me, trying to match my speed."Ms Jessica! Answer me," I didn't! I was fuming with anger and burning from head to toe. If I had to kill someone, he would be the first one to get killed by my own hands. "What do you mean that I was always like this?" "I mean selfish!" "Selfish?" For God's Sake, when I had shown him or anyone my selfishness? has he lost his mind?"What do you mean?" I
knowledge-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+Life works in two ways: when life throws pebbles at you, either you accept it and move on, or you stand there rigid, ready to fight until the pebbles stop being thrown at you.Am I making sense here?No, not! I didn't stop there to weep or to scold myself again; I just ran away. With too many people trying to take a glance at you, shrieking, your soul can be contaminated in an instant.I took the moment to run on the road, exploring my surroundings. After almost an hour passed, when I saw the hospital where I was born, it still looked old. Older than my soul or anybody else's.My kindergarten school was not where it used to be; maybe it had been demolished. All I can see; is a new cafe furnished with antique ornaments instead of my school. Suddenly, I had a craving to tell someone everything, I saw a fountain at the centre of the pond with a marvel of craftsmanship. Its water is arched and cascaded, creating a soothing symphony of tranquil
-------------------------------------------------------Glad? Pleased?Do these words even have a place in your dictionary?I wanted to say much more than I was anticipating in front of him. Sadly, nothing came out of my mouth.I was a little afraid of him. His tall figure and aura were something else at that time.The man who stood near me exuded an air of sophistication and elegance as he strode into the room when we reached our desired destination.His tailored suit commanded attention with every step. Draped over his broad shoulders was a sleek, charcoal grey jacket, impeccably fitted to accentuate his masculine frame.Beneath the jacket, a crisp white dress shirt hugged his torso. The shirt's collar, perfectly pressed and secured with a silver tie pin, framed his chiselled jawline, adding a touch of refinement to his already distinguished presence.His pants, a matching shade of charcoal grey, hung effortlessly from his waist, tailored to perfection and embracing his legs with pr