Sit Still Pretty Novels & Stories

But I hate not being able to— Be still, she said. He looked at her. Those are different things, she said. Being limited means something is stopping you from outside. Being still is something you choose. You do not mind choosing it. You hate having it imposed. A pause. Yeah, he said. That is exactly it. There is a reason for that, she said. If you ever want to talk about it. Are you offering to therapise me. I am offering to listen, she said. Completely different thing.

Focused. Not anxious. Not waiting. Just… here. And for now, that’s enough.

Oh no! STILL TO CONTINUE>>>

I argue. I sit in silence. Feeling numb and empty, and most of all, confused.

Still alive. Still fighting.

Every heartbeat hammered the same reminder. .....I was trapped. Again. And God help me... I hated losing. XXXX I sat with my hands folded in my lap, back straight, eyes fixed on the empty plate in front of me. Normally, I was the loudest and most charming voice at the table. But now... it felt like my mouth had been sewn shut. Of course, my mother couldn’t stand it. “Dianna... I’ve been talking for ten minutes and you haven’t even lifted your head. Do you think I’m talking to the soup?” Her pitch rose. “God knows I already have enough problems with your cats—”

Lisa had always been good at sitting still. Not physically — she could sit still in a chair for hours, her posture perfect and her expression composed and her hands folded with the specific neatness of someone who had learned early that stillness communicated control even when control was the one thing absent from the situation — but mentally, in the way that mattered, in the way of someone who could hold a complicated situation in their mind without the urgency to resolve it before it was ready to be resolved. She sat in her apartment on a Tuesday evening with a glass of wine she was drinking slowly and the city doing its night thing outside her window and she thought.

"On one side in the Singhania mansion a heated discussion was going on ,on the other side in the living room the scene was totally different. The people present in the living room were silently observing Sanjana who was sitting there like a scared pigeon . She use to wipe the sweat on her face time to time

Not blinking. Not saying a word.

Just not yet. ***