*FICTION* I was going through all the messages and chats we had shared just a month back. How things change I wonder!! Re-reading them was like going through many emotions. Those lines still gave me the same smile, same laughter the way they had given me a month before or so. Though yes, this time, those were accompanied by a li'l sadness and a wish. A part of me still wished if it could be continued, if we could take it further. A wish that at least it should not have ended so abruptly like this. He thought for a while and thought about calling her. Perhaps he could change this. There was no point in continuing but he was feeling a turbulence inside him. He had always felt something different about her. After his previous relationship which ended on a bitter note, he came across somebody different. The reason why they became friends and then why he chose to end everything were unknown to him. It started all of a sudden and then ended. He knew he had his 'be prac...
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda Chosen among the Loved posts!! "Again you are scribbling..Can't you put your nose off your books and papers for sometime?" my mother snaps at me as I scribble a poem. "Oh ma! Atleast listen to what I wrote" "Hmm...tell" "Ahmm ahmm" I pretend to clear my throat and My mum laughs back. "Will you open your mouth or should I go back to kitchen?" "Oh!No-no please!" I say quickly and grab her by elbow. Who doesn't want audience? ;) Listen," Life's unpredictable, Can't say when it would take a turn. We can't really say, When life might be deprived of all fun. It's true, What elders say, You should know to walk alone; No matter Come what may. She smiles and looks at me for some time curiously. "You write well and what you've written is indeed true."...
Late at night, He sits with unsleepy eyes and a rubik's cube in hand, trying to solve but in vain. Just the way the day had been. Late at night He sits with his camera trying to spot and capture what might have been going missing from his naked eyes. All in vain.. Late at night He sits with books trying to read and find out something, something vital that He doesn't yet know.. but to no avail !! Late at night He sits in front of the computer screen with the key board in hand trying to write what can't be said, Still in vain... Late at night He opens the windows and stands in chill for half an hour only to realize that the night has ended and its early morning Yet again!! (c)2012 Priyaa Arora Like my page On Facebook HERE
Have a lovely V day, Priyaa:)
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