She welcomed her beginning with an exhaustion on her face. That face which could tell you easily how tired she was from this life. She could feel how cheerful and self-contended she was in her previous life. Maybe in this life she was born just to show fake everything, fake smile, fake promises, fake desire, just fake everything. But what was that bitterness which made her sadder everyday? What was that reason, there must have been something right? Something really deep and unheard, just untold. She was already haunted by her past and old memories, what now? Was the creation or re-creation of those times? Or, was it just a way to make her feel pity every single time when she isn't in the mood? Or, maybe she made everything obvious about her sadness. It could have been anything. I wish she could share it to someone, a that someone who would not make it certain and more doubtful to her. A that someone who could just listen and would no longer remember to what she just narrated. Yes, she is longing for that someone.
After an exhausting week at college, I was making a to-do-list for the weekend. Room cleaning always comes first in my list because I always get a reminder from Papa to get it cleaned up so I always keep Saturday morning hours as a “DO NOT DISTURB , MY ROOM IS UNDER CLEAN-UP”. After sending good morning snaps and checking news feed, I was listening to upbeat music to get positive and happy energy and got ready with the cleaning essentials. While keeping the books in order from my messy study table into the book rack, I got my eye on a dusty box which was lying in a corner of that rack. With curiosity, I opened the box. There were few badges which I collected since middle school; badges for being both selected and elected as the monitor of my class. I gently wiped away the dust fr...
Each and every line reminds me of u speaking as it is !
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