The wind has its ways -+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-(-+-+--Ayesha Luthra! The name can depict dangerously about its power. The name belongs to a heartless woman, but it had pride in it.She is the daughter of a famous industrialist and of course, a woman with money has always been a wild spirit.I shrugged for a long moment. The thought of saying nothing to her but her vibrant smirk was too much to hide.Maybe I should let her know that just because she is powerful, she cannot behave as if she is a goddess who came from another planet."Okay, Ayesha Luthra, enough for today, now step aside, I have to go," When I realised it was not the right time for me to argue with her as I had to reach home and the car is going to be okay at any second."Why so early looser?No need to react, you don't have time for bullshit always remember that."Because I am not sweating like a pig and I have a life beyond this pub," I didn't wait for her reply and started walking with a straight missio
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have buried beforeI have died beforeI have shelved before I have lost beforeone sound of the magnetic ocean and the world would fall apart, one word from yours can sheer me apartI tried to scribble the word when my mind was not in the state to do anything, I was feeling terrible; devastated to be more precise to say.I was not supposed to make myself a laughing stock ahead of any men and the frivolous thing I ever did I stumbled on one.especially to that man who considered me nothing.I know nothing can be a precise word if you have to describe someone, but how a living creature inhaling oxygen every day be considered nothing?the world can never be considered seldom and any woman with sanity in her mind is the heart of the world who can never be considered frivolity.I know the world can't be described in a sentence, my life o
look carefully, it's everything that you need.----------+-+++-_--_----------++++----------++++-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have no conception of how someone expresses that pleasure can only be found if you have enough wealth to touch the sky. I have seen millions of faces alone at a height where no one can reach them who are not bound to sleep at night.I have seen the faces of those who won't even have a penny to hide still their eyes have the sparkle to shine bright.The truth is hard to comprehend and even harder to gulp.The man who thought I was filthy to be looked upon direct straight to his eyes thinks that he has everything in his hands and he was the same man who was trying to adjust himself in a society that was too elite to be called on surrounded by women.The rather truth is hard and too determined to crack nuts in the mind that if we have to descr
The past and the present are here in this moment +-+---+-+-&-----&--+---&&----&---&&&I was about six years old when I realised what freedom was.And before that, I used to think freedom is an object that everyone must have. So that they can believe what's like to breathe in the air which is not consumed with blood.I was six when I ran after a flying kite. The kite was flowing in all directions of wind but I was afraid of it. I didn't want it to fall on the ground to be fragile. I wanted it to land on my tiny hands so I could understand what it was.When I ran, I left behind everything for a moment. The family, the friends, the sun, the eyes, everything. And a woman with freedom must know what she relishes while having no strings attached.I kept running without realising where I was going while being barefoot when the stones were crushing my life. maybe my mind was more curious about catching the wind much harder or living in freedom which I have not experienced before.the sky wa
The silent sea always remains dangerous ++++++++++--++--+++++++++++++++++++++++There are two kinds of people in this world. One who is inside the box, adjusting themselves the way people want, gets admired by everyone, fits everywhere they want. While there are some like me. Who are outside the box, people like me will never fit in, we will never be admired by someone else, and we will always be on the other side, hoping to vaporize from this world. I was lurking outside the window, and my mind was getting stuck to a point when I was ten years old. I have no indication why my mind was linked to that particular phase of my life.Abhimaan Kapoor was driving his car and I was in his car along with Aman, Shanaya, and his younger sister.There was complete silence, absolute utter one. The thunderstorm made me burst from the inside, I was crawling to divert my mind, to never be stuck in the loopholes of my life.The atmosphere distorted itself into the most horrendous times, and I beli
Parts of the heart are struggling, and parts of the heart are numb forever. _-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++---+--++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-There are millions of thoughts in a young girl when someone catches her hand without her consent, And these thoughts are not minor ones, these are divergent, never endings just like chaos in a circle.He never looked back at me.I have anyhow slipped my hand from his embrace, it was making me nervous like a girl on the ghosted island. The predicaments, the desires, the obstruction, the kindness are all I have ever lost for a tiny second.I didn't say anything, and neither did he. I was following his big steps, noticing him being vulnerable is one thing, and being lost in another. and I have no idea where I fit myself between these. I am at the end shore of the sea looking back at those crippling stars which are hard to find even in the never-ending night.The weather was not splendid either. And I might be uncertain to confirm what I was observing.The tense sho
Stillness comes with a past --+---_++-+++---++--+--+++-++--+++--++++Against all the destiny and humming, I am lost in the whereabouts and feel like I am not good enough, not good enough to be the oblivion one, not good enough to meet the precepts, not wise enough to build the castle alone, not good enough to run wild in the jungle. However, maybe in the same farthest corner, I don't see the star listening in the sky, I see it deteriorating the whole heart in a thousand glimpses. He was walking, taking long steps, his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were broad, and there was a frown on his face, and of course, with too much pride he was making himself more amiable than he was.I have not studied the pattern of generosity before, not the signs of pilgrims I have ever looked but peeking the night in him is the most frightening thing. I have seen his eyes turning black from white.How is a human supposed to do that? He called my name over and over again as if he was on a nev
Too much to think!-+-+-+-+++--+-++-+-+-++--+--+++++++++++++Earnestly is like a pilgrim with millions of patterns. So vibrant and enormously big, but we can't do anything. We cannot, no matter how infinite it is! maybe our pride is too much to take the burden on our shoulders and the world is still the silent one.When I think about the countryside, those green mushy fields always come to mind. The silence, the whispers, the hope, the delicacy and the night of stars. For some reason, I have grown to despise men. I do not know the exactness of it but what I know is I despise them.I remember the summer of the fifth standard when the first time I entered the school, there were thousands of eyes glaring at me with millions of questions. But what could I do about it? Was I capable enough to do anything? The fifth-grade girl was not what she wanted to be. Maybe she was afraid, afraid of something that she hardly speaks of it."Jessica?" I heard my name called again and again, and I