I was not comfortable sitting beside him in my room , I shifted little aside. He was wearing formals with black shoes, It felt like he started preparing for this day weeks ago. Instead of concentrating on his looks I shifted my gaze on my SECRET diary, on which I wrote every point which should be possessed by my Mr. Right.
Five minutes passed by neither of us started the conversation, I never reacted in this way with any stranger.
to break the silence I said, "Would you like some more tea?". He nodded
What is there behind the wall of sleep that take away my fears fear of alone and despised fear of being hurt by unknown eyes a fraction of second drift me in that world unknown to me I'm alone there trying to catch what I don't have here
We, three were running frantically but suddenly we felt like someone was following us. Minty pulled me in the room adjacent to our hostel.
I was totally blacked out, only words which echoed in my head "You are suspended.... you are suspended". But suddenly those words were overpowered by, "Shikha .... get up"
"Shikha!! get up"
Still confused, I took the blanket off my face and saw the time from the clock hanging for like ages in my room. "What mum!!! It's just 10:30 am and you are shouting like hell", I never stopped complaining about everything from getting up in the morning till the day's end.
"Your friends will be here any minute..... So get up and take a shower", my mum like every other mother wants her daughter to look perfect in front of every human beings ever existed on Earth.
“Shikha…. either hurry up or I’ll call your dad”, Mum frightened me
Picking apart memories, I look for something beautiful. Painting the skies behind my eyes with paper-thin realities. I could curl up into a ball of regression. I could lay still in time with my blinders on, living a fantasy. But is that really me?