I have been sitting there since an hour but she hasn't uttered a word. She seems to be lost in her own world, choosing to ignore me completely and there I was, sitting like an idiot striving for her one glimpse. I agree, it was all my fault I haven't seen her for two days neither called nor texted. But here am I now, after all, then what does this all drama sums to? A wise (obviously man!) once said that in a relationship one person is always right and other is male. The last time she made such a drama when her best friend didn't asked her out for a party. But messed up hair, eyes staring at void, expressionless gestures, frail lips indicate something serious. Maybe she is trying to surprise me or had a fight with her friends or above all she's …show more content…
She chose the table to share the tiny droplets of pain oozing from eyes. A part of me wants to rush and hug her while the other, egoistic one, reminds me to be rational. These are the times when I hate my brains, besides exams. Now she stands, wipes her face, ties her hair and wears the lipstick, I had given at her birthday. Her clinking earrings seem to be solacing her. The magenta kurti and crimson leggings seemed to be born for her flawless skin. The only thing she missed wearing was her award-winning smile which always makes me fall for her. Picking her bag she makes her way to college without asking me to join her. How rude! courtesy is the word only meant for guys in relationship. Anyways, she knows that I am going to follow her. At square, she pauses, turns to smile at me and tiptoes forward.The square was the most romantic place during our daily stroll. Our hearts seemed to intertwine along-with fingers as we cross the road. Time is changing, footpaths are cupid these …show more content…
Something is troubling her deep inside. "Abhi, this is not your problem, but ours." she had consoled me when I had lost my mother. It was my turn to return the favor so I decided to skip the classes and wait for her in cafeteria. For countless ticks I kept wandering in the aisles of memory, picking up the beautiful ones, dusting them then I saw her coming. She stole a glimpse of the table I was sitting on and to my surprise, moved to the table besides mine. Dosa-sambhar came her order. A faint smile spread over my lips as I knew the order was for both of us. As I stood up apprehending her call she dashed outside without touching the plate. Maybe, she wanted me to eat that alone, my stupid heart suggested, but how could I, she was my appetizer. There's something terrible she's hiding from me. She is taking long strides to the way outside the city. Its noon and sun is at its rage. Apart from few laborers going to the city, the road is quiet. I shouted her name twice but she didn't seem to notice. On the contrary, she increased her pace. She plucked a rose from the bushes aside. I could smell something fishy! Is she betraying me? and there she stopped in-front of an open ground headed by a board
She emerges unexpectedly
indication. She stays up late at night and hours on end during the day to stare
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air (39).
She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over...
not take this remark to heart, as she is a joker and a flirt, she
is also upset, as it does not mean to upset her, but it can only show
Her feet pounds the pavement to a steady beat. Persistently homeward-bound, her instinct never wrong. Head down, she walks, footsteps of a song. An alteration in the street, a shrill and booming voice, searching for another path, but there is no other
I got off the bus, not knowing where I had to travel in the cold night. I had a rough idea, but I’ve been having terrible luck trusting my rough ideas lately. I thought I’d ask someone for details. The passengers that had gotten off the bus with me obviously knew where they were going, because their strides were purposeful and quick. Looking for someone to help, I turned to a middle-aged lady in smart business clothes and voiced my question. She looked at me strangely for a second, as though I was speaking a foreign language, then just as quickly she snapped out of it and told me the direction I had to walk. Then she added "But I have to go that way. I can give you a ride if you’d like."
She asks where she is going then answers that she is traveling; always traveling. It was as if we had been invited into her mind. A mind that seemed anxious, yet
...nies Person B’s giggling, was her facial expressions. I could tell from the smile on her face that she was enjoying her dinner with Person A. Her smile was genuine. This was mirrored between both of them, which strongly suggested they both enjoyed their time together.
This shows her emotions are at war because she is not sure if
Being a Gym junkie, my text history with her are filled with her invitation to go exercising together. Nevertheless, even if she exercises rigorously, she never seemed to break a sweat and still looked fabulous. Sauntering her way in the gym, she made a beeline to me and gushed,”Keesh, honey, don’t you think that guy over there is cute? He just asked my number, though. I heard that he’s quite a player,
Why? What does she want? Anxiety clutches my stomach causing my skin to tingle with nervousness. I search.
I was fine with her until I added her on a certain social media. She never accepted it and I remember it placing a frown on my face as it ripped a little bit of my heart thinking. Oh she