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DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 23— Partial memory loss..?
23— Partial memory loss..? Finally, she found solace in her own chaos. —Saumya Tripathi “Here, drink some water,” at her sudden intrusion, I looked at her, numbly. “Please have it.” Hesitantly I did, swallowing greedily in one go. We let a few seconds pass before her question reached my ears. “Your breathing seems to be controlled now. That's a good sign,” she waited a few more seconds before commenting. Blinking rapidly, I asked for another refill of water which she poured complying with. While I drank the second glass of water, this time, slowly, she waited till my breath became normal and natural, sitting beside me by the window. “How do you feel now?” “I don't know.” Because I really didn't. Only one question kept on hovering over me like a plague. They were criminals. I nodded, once, dazed, not fully mindful of what she was saying. “Do you need anything?” She was pronouncing something yet I wasn't in a great deal of my mind to logically understand her. He was
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Part two!
Part two. "How is my Bambolina doing?" A strange yet soft, very unique baritone of a person asked mildly from behind me. This voice was certainly new. I jumped not having seen another new stranger coming to me as I swirled around to face him. Although, even in the past few months since I had been brought here, I still could not come to fathom the exact meaning of the word 'Bambolina' which they all seemed to utter very nonchalantly at me. Was the language Italian or Spanish? And why exactly did they use so many endearments on me? I always ended up wondering at last. "How have you been feeling, little one?" His gentle voice startled me for no apparent reason. Perhaps because I had seen him for the first time here since I had been brought for quite a few months. Nevertheless, the first thing I noticed was the tallness of the person standing before me. He was tall, too tall, maybe over six-foot or even more, I couldn't tell, exactly. After, what astounded me the most were his e
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 24— Her first ever laugh after months.
24— Her first ever laugh after months. Time is both— our biggest enemy and our best friend, depending on what situation we are stuck in or have been going through. —Saumya Tripathi Time was such a frenemy of humans that it didn't wait, slow down or get stuck by anyone or for anyone regardless of any state of affairs. No matter what you are and how you are and who you are! Time is the only natural phenomenon that cannot be controlled by human beings. Not as of yet. Ironically, it was both a curse and a blessing. Periodically, we love the time when we get to enjoy it with people with whom we can be ourselves or situations which are in our favour by wanting for it to take a slow pace to have some more time with them yet the time passes by so early. Similarly, we hate the time when we are forced into something that we do not love by wanting to get over it as soon as possible and yet it takes forever to end. Articulately it is only time that controls us without us subconsciously k
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Part two!
Part two. The night was unusually cold and gloomy and so was I. It held an immense weight of distress with it. Just like the weather of the night, I felt nothing but gloomy and bothered. I was cold, trapped and felt claustrophobic too. Also, the wind wasn't even doing any better than the weather. It was chilling and bothersome making the already chilling weather seem glum and dark. The conversation with Shreyaanz uncle didn't do any good as well. It took me into questioning everything I had known about my parents since I could acknowledge my senses. The thoughts never seemed to stop skirting around my head regarding all the provided information. My mind was running over by haywire thoughts of possible truths which had an unending number of possibilities. “I'll have to keep asking questions to reach the bottom of all of it,” I murmured, “for my little Shaur,” watching the outside world which existed out of the large wall mirror to the shadowy lawn, I made a promise to myself. Th
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25— Unbound truth! ( Part-1) Death is the ultimate truth of life and there is no escaping it. —Saumya Tripathi Uzair was in his apartment, drinking— bourbon with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, already lit up. Exhaling the fog of smoke in one puff before taking another sip from his snifter glass, he took a glance at his watch. “Now this tastes better,” muttering to himself, he chuckled. It was barely audible even to his own ear though. Cradling the short stem glass in his hand, however, swirling it lightly, trying to warm the drink it contained, trapping more aroma to enjoy, he sipped. He hummed, satisfied with the taste. It had a more prominent smell to it than before just the way he liked. Inhaling the smoke from the same hand in which he held the glass, he puffed out, the ringlets of smoke swirled while he kept on expelling the fog. The cloud of smoke came out through his mouth and nose, simultaneously. It calmed him. It soothed his arbitrary mind which had alw
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Part two!
Part two. Next morning. Back to his home, In the office. Something never changes with time as well. Now, Is it? He shook his head in light motion referring to a certain someone who had impossibly liquid eyes with glamorous features bestowed on a small face. Uzair mused about their time when abruptly a certain euphoric nostalgia hit him hard. He didn't blink as he reminisced with an awash satisfaction present in his mouth, his lips turning up into a usual smirk that he wore always when he was satisfied with something. Even time cannot change some habits in people just like his little one. He chuckled. She had not changed much just like he anticipated. She was still an angry bird and childish as ever. Leaning back to the headrest of the leather chair of his large aristocratic office, he joined his both bulky, veiny arms on his ample stomach and closed his heavy lids which were bestowed by long dark curved black lashes. As he inhaled and exhaled thinking about those moments
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 26— Her inward seethe.
26— Her inward seethe. “Everything's changed. You said for a reason.What'd be yours when lying to my face with emotions laid barely honest?Was it easy for you to manipulate people?Or was it just IWho fell for your innocent acts?”— Saumya TripathiMature theme ahead.An alluring smile found a home on her lips while making her way through the corridors. She could hear her own blood gushing in her veins with the exhilaration of meeting him. Seeing him. Feeling him. Being around him. Trapping her lower lip between her teeth, she sank them into its mushy flesh, petal-like lip. It felt more surreal to finally have what she had been craving for the last seven years. Him. She gulped, blinking away the wild night. The images of their first-time together flashed through her mind even after blinking away the bits and pieces. Balling her fists, her breathing turned rapid. How would she dare to forget the night she most cherished? Her whole life concept found its meaning in the feeling of
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Part two.
Part two. It wasn't like he did not care. He cared about people. He wasn't very sensitive whatsoever, but he wasn't insensitive either. And, he always bore a soft spot for emotions as intense as hers were but he knew well enough to entangle in that type of relationship she wanted. Physical. Sexual. Above all— ownership. Yet, he knew her obsession with him was quite preposterous and wrong. Morally wrong. Furthermore, she not only wanted a physical relationship but a fully committed one at that, which he could not give her. Ever. It was someone else's place from the moment they met for the first time since the beginning. Decades ago, she was close to his heart. Who had made his life preferable by just being in it? His little bird. Taking out his Aluminium Gold Treasurer, he lit it before puffing out the smoke through his nose. His obsidian eyes met with the darkest sea green of colours. Her eyes were as warm as an unstrung summer. Face as white as any white porcelain doll. Beautif
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