#review #shortstory #tsuna
In the early afternoon, Mom and I headed into the city for the concert. I had butterflies in my stomach. I always walked by Carnegie Hall when I was in the city. That was the dream, to play there. My pulse began to quicken as we approached the building. As we entered the main hall, my breath was nearly knocked out of me. The the chairs on the stage were dwarfed by the high ceiling and ordinate columns on the sides. I turned around and saw the balcony seating, which seemed to reach the sky. I looked up and could practically feel the glow from the oval set of lights that illuminated the hall.
We took our seats, the lights dimmed down and the orchestra members took their places, followed by the conductor. The spotlight lit up and a woman, beautiful in a black floor-length strapless dress, her hair up in a twist, approached the center of the stage with a violin in her hand. She bowed graciously before lifting the instrument to her chin and beginning to play. The orchestra followed her lead, the strings came in followed by the wind instruments. As the music began to take over the space, I leaned forward in my seat, anticipating the next notes. The melody, at first so simple, was beautiful.
I could see her eyes closed, her body swaying back and forth, her embrace of the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over. I felt moisture in my eyes from being overwhelmed by the setting, the music, and the performer. It was flawless. It was, in fact, so flawless that it didn't call attention to its own flawlessness. It was perfect.
In the early afternoon, Mom and I headed into the city for the concert. I had butterflies in my stomach. I always walked by Carnegie Hall when I was in the city. That was the dream, to play there. My pulse began to quicken as we approached the building. As we entered the main hall, my breath was nearly knocked out of me. The the chairs on the stage were dwarfed by the high ceiling and ordinate columns on the sides. I turned around and saw the balcony seating, which seemed to reach the sky. I looked up and could practically feel the glow from the oval set of lights that illuminated the hall.
We took our seats, the lights dimmed down and the orchestra members took their places, followed by the conductor. The spotlight lit up and a woman, beautiful in a black floor-length strapless dress, her hair up in a twist, approached the center of the stage with a violin in her hand. She bowed graciously before lifting the instrument to her chin and beginning to play. The orchestra followed her lead, the strings came in followed by the wind instruments. As the music began to take over the space, I leaned forward in my seat, anticipating the next notes. The melody, at first so simple, was beautiful.
I could see her eyes closed, her body swaying back and forth, her embrace of the music. I closed my eyes and let the music take over. I felt moisture in my eyes from being overwhelmed by the setting, the music, and the performer. It was flawless. It was, in fact, so flawless that it didn't call attention to its own flawlessness. It was perfect.
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry
#review #poetry
ME & MY EMPTINESS
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
ME & MY EMPTINESS
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #poetry #kp
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
*ME & MY EMPTINESS*
I am sitting idle,
With no thoughts,
Why is it feeling good?
I guess I need a break
From this life
From people around me
From things with me which keep messing me up
This way maybe I can finally find myself
Away from my thoughts which seeps into me every now and then,
To distract me from looking at what I have achieved and have in my life at this point. Right now.
A person, place, thing or animal can't fill this emptiness until i let them fill this
Not like I wanna depend on something or someone
I just wanna...
Wanna feel good because it has been long since I felt this way
To connect with someone to feel human again
Is it so much to ask for? Am I being needy?
I think all i am asking is what a human should aspire for
To be felt like a human with soul that feels
Rather than a machine that works for the sole purpose of giving an output
Doesn't this difference between me and a box?
To be cared for, to be taken care of, to take care for, these things make me different
I keep doubting myself
I keep asking why am I so different
I should accept myself as I am, as people say
But they only won't let me do that unless its as per them
What should I do? Tell me.
A human is a soul less machine if he is asked to do what he is supposed to do
And now I realise, I am still thinking.
There are thoughts.
But does someone care for these thoughts?!
Does someone think like I do?
Or has everyone has become a soulless soul wandering on this earth?!
#review #shortstory #tsuna "Hey, mister? How much longer until we reach our destination?"
"It won't be long, young one."
The poor 8 years old lad questions the journey, for he does not trust me. It is but a normal thing for my passenger to doubt the work that I do.
"Hey, mister. Thank you for saving me from that sinking ship. My mother is rich, I'll ask her to pay you back."
"I appreciate that, young one. But I do not need much."
Row, row, row the boat. Gently down the river that lead this lad to his true fate. What lies in his destiny is a question beyond my knowledge, but I do know that it will be of something magnanimous.
"Umm, mister? Why is the sea suddenly becomes so foggy?"
"Because this is no longer the sea that you knew, young one."
"What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry, young one. You will once we arrived at our destination."
The lingering silence in our conversation is accompanied by the sound of my paddle constantly penetrating the surface of the river. Alas, a faint light appeared ahead of us, marking the end of my errand. The lantern that lights the small harbour glows dimly upon us.
"Off you go now, young one. You shall only follow the path embodied with bricks. Do not stray away from it for if you do so, you shall also stray from your destiny."
"Uhh okay. Thank you, mister! Again, from saving me from that sinking ship!"
"It is but my pleasure. Young one, can you spare me a quarter?"
"Oh sure! I just happened to have one here. Here you go!"
"Much appreciation. Your excursion shall be blessed, young one!"
"Uhh thanks? Goodbye, Mr. Boatman!"
And of he disappeared into the fog. That is a very nice young lad, for the quarter he gave me seems to be of one of the Victorian. Still, a quarter is but a quarter. The River Styx is but a river to one's true excursion. I still pity that lad for having to died from the gallant ship, Titanic, as his experience of the world is but insufficient for his excursion.
You have my blessings, young one.
"It won't be long, young one."
The poor 8 years old lad questions the journey, for he does not trust me. It is but a normal thing for my passenger to doubt the work that I do.
"Hey, mister. Thank you for saving me from that sinking ship. My mother is rich, I'll ask her to pay you back."
"I appreciate that, young one. But I do not need much."
Row, row, row the boat. Gently down the river that lead this lad to his true fate. What lies in his destiny is a question beyond my knowledge, but I do know that it will be of something magnanimous.
"Umm, mister? Why is the sea suddenly becomes so foggy?"
"Because this is no longer the sea that you knew, young one."
"What? I don't get it."
"Don't worry, young one. You will once we arrived at our destination."
The lingering silence in our conversation is accompanied by the sound of my paddle constantly penetrating the surface of the river. Alas, a faint light appeared ahead of us, marking the end of my errand. The lantern that lights the small harbour glows dimly upon us.
"Off you go now, young one. You shall only follow the path embodied with bricks. Do not stray away from it for if you do so, you shall also stray from your destiny."
"Uhh okay. Thank you, mister! Again, from saving me from that sinking ship!"
"It is but my pleasure. Young one, can you spare me a quarter?"
"Oh sure! I just happened to have one here. Here you go!"
"Much appreciation. Your excursion shall be blessed, young one!"
"Uhh thanks? Goodbye, Mr. Boatman!"
And of he disappeared into the fog. That is a very nice young lad, for the quarter he gave me seems to be of one of the Victorian. Still, a quarter is but a quarter. The River Styx is but a river to one's true excursion. I still pity that lad for having to died from the gallant ship, Titanic, as his experience of the world is but insufficient for his excursion.
You have my blessings, young one.
#review #story #Florence
A Secret Diary
My wristwatch showed 9.30 am when the train halted at Siliguri station. A minute later, at the whistle of the guard, the train cooed and moved forward belching out clouds of grey smoke towards the blissful blue sky. I was lucky enough to get a window seat and was already mesmerized by the unparalleled scenic beauty of the snow-capped hills. Throughout the two hour journey, I didn't blink even for a second for fear of missing out the exciting and spectacular views the idyllic location offered. The vintage toy train chugged its way through the bustle of the bazaar, sometimes parallel to the roads, often halted at quaint little stations and at other times moved upward in zig zags. Looking down to the deep treacherous valley made me dizzy. I felt like falling into a seemingly endless abyss. The loco curved up and around the hill before steaming into the final station. "Welcome to Darjeeling," the gentle female voice announced. No sooner had the train halted than the passengers rushed to get out. As I was in no hurry I waited till the crowd settled. The tonga services waited outside the station to pick up the passengers and some of them haggled over the fare. As I was strapped for cash I preferred to take a 2kms walk with my backpack to the cottage atop of the hill. The morning breeze tingled my cheeks. As I walked through the narrow path flanked by tea gardens, I witnessed scores of women indulged in plucking leaves with huge baskets on their back and merrily humming the lore of bygone heroes. The strong aroma of the tea leaves and the occasional humming of cuckoos pervaded the place. The sky started turning sapphire, unblemished and cloudless. The whole place was throbbing with tranquillity and I felt like I was in heaven. I stopped at a board which read "Oasis Cottage." It directed me to take the left. I continued walking around 50 metres or so to finally arrive at the cottage. There was not a soul in sight!
"Sahib.." I turned to see a man in shabby clothes and turban tied around his head.
"Jeremy Brooks", I introduced myself.
He nodded as if recognizing me and uttered rather politely, "but you are a week early, sir. The cleaning is still going on."
"It's okay. Could you please tell me where I can find Mr Arthur Harley?"
"Hey Brooks, what a surprise! You little punk, you said next week", Harley appeared out of nowhere and punched me in my tummy.
"Yeah. A slight change of plans. The baby is due in two weeks and Daisy really expects me."
"Oh, I see. Ram, tidy up the pace. We'll be right back."
Ram nodded yes and rushed in. Harley was living nearby and he took me to his home. After helping ourselves with a sumptuous meal, I left for the cottage. The living room was crowded with furniture and old paintings. Hung from the ceiling was a colourful lantern to lighten up the interior at night. I went to the bedroom upstairs and ensconced myself under the warm blankets.
"Sahib, the tea is served.. would you like me to take it upstairs?" Ram's yelling interrupted my siesta. I came down to see him patiently waiting for me with a cup of famous Darjeeling tea. I inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. Then, I rang Daisy to say everything was alright. The day was drawing to a close and the setting sun drenched everything in evanescing vermilion hue. I told Ram to not make supper and retired to my bedroom. As it had been a long day I laid down and closed my eyes. The husky rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the chilly wind lulled me to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to see everything covered in snow. The weather was unpredictable. Yesterday the place was sun-soaked and now it's snow-clad! Ram brought me tea and said, "I shouted and screamed to show you the snowfall but you didn't wake up."
"I hit the bed early, Ram. I was dog-tired. Be sure to call me if it snows tonight."
"Sure, Sahib", and he withdrew to the kitchen.
Having finished my tea I decided to explore the home a bit. It was at least 25 years old and was generous with windows and off-white curtains which
A Secret Diary
My wristwatch showed 9.30 am when the train halted at Siliguri station. A minute later, at the whistle of the guard, the train cooed and moved forward belching out clouds of grey smoke towards the blissful blue sky. I was lucky enough to get a window seat and was already mesmerized by the unparalleled scenic beauty of the snow-capped hills. Throughout the two hour journey, I didn't blink even for a second for fear of missing out the exciting and spectacular views the idyllic location offered. The vintage toy train chugged its way through the bustle of the bazaar, sometimes parallel to the roads, often halted at quaint little stations and at other times moved upward in zig zags. Looking down to the deep treacherous valley made me dizzy. I felt like falling into a seemingly endless abyss. The loco curved up and around the hill before steaming into the final station. "Welcome to Darjeeling," the gentle female voice announced. No sooner had the train halted than the passengers rushed to get out. As I was in no hurry I waited till the crowd settled. The tonga services waited outside the station to pick up the passengers and some of them haggled over the fare. As I was strapped for cash I preferred to take a 2kms walk with my backpack to the cottage atop of the hill. The morning breeze tingled my cheeks. As I walked through the narrow path flanked by tea gardens, I witnessed scores of women indulged in plucking leaves with huge baskets on their back and merrily humming the lore of bygone heroes. The strong aroma of the tea leaves and the occasional humming of cuckoos pervaded the place. The sky started turning sapphire, unblemished and cloudless. The whole place was throbbing with tranquillity and I felt like I was in heaven. I stopped at a board which read "Oasis Cottage." It directed me to take the left. I continued walking around 50 metres or so to finally arrive at the cottage. There was not a soul in sight!
"Sahib.." I turned to see a man in shabby clothes and turban tied around his head.
"Jeremy Brooks", I introduced myself.
He nodded as if recognizing me and uttered rather politely, "but you are a week early, sir. The cleaning is still going on."
"It's okay. Could you please tell me where I can find Mr Arthur Harley?"
"Hey Brooks, what a surprise! You little punk, you said next week", Harley appeared out of nowhere and punched me in my tummy.
"Yeah. A slight change of plans. The baby is due in two weeks and Daisy really expects me."
"Oh, I see. Ram, tidy up the pace. We'll be right back."
Ram nodded yes and rushed in. Harley was living nearby and he took me to his home. After helping ourselves with a sumptuous meal, I left for the cottage. The living room was crowded with furniture and old paintings. Hung from the ceiling was a colourful lantern to lighten up the interior at night. I went to the bedroom upstairs and ensconced myself under the warm blankets.
"Sahib, the tea is served.. would you like me to take it upstairs?" Ram's yelling interrupted my siesta. I came down to see him patiently waiting for me with a cup of famous Darjeeling tea. I inhaled the aroma before taking a sip. Then, I rang Daisy to say everything was alright. The day was drawing to a close and the setting sun drenched everything in evanescing vermilion hue. I told Ram to not make supper and retired to my bedroom. As it had been a long day I laid down and closed my eyes. The husky rustling of the leaves and the soft whistling of the chilly wind lulled me to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to see everything covered in snow. The weather was unpredictable. Yesterday the place was sun-soaked and now it's snow-clad! Ram brought me tea and said, "I shouted and screamed to show you the snowfall but you didn't wake up."
"I hit the bed early, Ram. I was dog-tired. Be sure to call me if it snows tonight."
"Sure, Sahib", and he withdrew to the kitchen.
Having finished my tea I decided to explore the home a bit. It was at least 25 years old and was generous with windows and off-white curtains which
Am I too much to tame?
All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
#review #SP #thoughts
All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
#review #SP #thoughts
You should have kept that secret safe -
Of that smelly ignorance rotting in your rag.
Even if you'd need to close that stoolish mouth
Of yours, by slapping your face everytime
People would've been able to name you - Madman
At least your stupidity is within what they can name
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Of that smelly ignorance rotting in your rag.
Even if you'd need to close that stoolish mouth
Of yours, by slapping your face everytime
People would've been able to name you - Madman
At least your stupidity is within what they can name
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Those fleshes that ask man to live freely -
To do all things that he wishes -
And not to glance at The Creator's rulings.
They can't protect him in hell fire
They can't form a pot that could boil him
For they themselves cannot stand it.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
To do all things that he wishes -
And not to glance at The Creator's rulings.
They can't protect him in hell fire
They can't form a pot that could boil him
For they themselves cannot stand it.
#AhmadMusa #poem #review
Isn't it because I'm black
That I say color shouldn't differentiate us
Isn't it because I'm poor
That I question what rich men do
Isn't it because I'm ruled
That I see those good decisions easy to make
Haven't I been the way I am
Would I have been the way I am?
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
That I say color shouldn't differentiate us
Isn't it because I'm poor
That I question what rich men do
Isn't it because I'm ruled
That I see those good decisions easy to make
Haven't I been the way I am
Would I have been the way I am?
#AhmadMusa #review #poem
BRAVE TRUTH
I was so less human then
And so more human now
They feared of a dreadful disclose
I knew, you know and was known to all.
We pretend; it's existence as something unknown,
That is induced to the bones, possessed by us, whose exteriority is long gone.
Stained our blood with their mishaps,
We are caste ridden, without any resistant,
We audience it's flaws in, out, so loud,
But foul our courage, enstrangled our fierceness by the old commanding crowd.
Again from the new heights of truth, enlightenment attained!
We fall to the ground, with the illusion blinding, judgement losing to hands of others to a life that doesn't count.
#poem #countries
I was so less human then
And so more human now
They feared of a dreadful disclose
I knew, you know and was known to all.
We pretend; it's existence as something unknown,
That is induced to the bones, possessed by us, whose exteriority is long gone.
Stained our blood with their mishaps,
We are caste ridden, without any resistant,
We audience it's flaws in, out, so loud,
But foul our courage, enstrangled our fierceness by the old commanding crowd.
Again from the new heights of truth, enlightenment attained!
We fall to the ground, with the illusion blinding, judgement losing to hands of others to a life that doesn't count.
#poem #countries
#review #thriller #challenge
#Einstestine
Our protaganist was abducted and tied to a chair in a dark closed room But he is not alone, there is a man infront of him bounded to a chair surrounded by 10 different sized candles. The man keep staring at our protaganist for two whole days without blinking while keeping a smile on his face. For the first 5 hours his eyes started bleeding and on the end of the 2nd day his eyes turned black while blood keep oozing out of them. Our protaganist was freed from his binds but when he observed the man he got the chills of his life
Anyone up for the challenge😊
#Einstestine
Our protaganist was abducted and tied to a chair in a dark closed room But he is not alone, there is a man infront of him bounded to a chair surrounded by 10 different sized candles. The man keep staring at our protaganist for two whole days without blinking while keeping a smile on his face. For the first 5 hours his eyes started bleeding and on the end of the 2nd day his eyes turned black while blood keep oozing out of them. Our protaganist was freed from his binds but when he observed the man he got the chills of his life
Anyone up for the challenge😊
#review #snehu #story
DEAR READER,
Hello, I am Chipku. I am a diary, a personal diary of a girl named Ara. I have all her secrets hidden within me. But it's time for some secrets to be revealed. I am here to tell you an incident, a memory of Ara. She's no more now, but her experiences and stories are definitely going to excite you, and if you're bored then you must read it. So tie your belts, get some popcorn ready and let's start the journey.
BEFORE YOU READ
I am going to recite the story and I am just the narrator, what Ara wrote in me is going to be the same. So let's begin.
________________________________________
It is 4th of August, 2019 and Ara has finally turned 14. Every year she waits for her birthday to come. She loves distributing sweets to her classmates. But this year, it's different for her. She is not excited about distributing sweets, she is not excited for her birthday. She is just curious about certain things. She is quite happy too, her fellow poets made her birthday special. I know how much special is Writer's Block and it's people for her. Writer's block is like her second home. She joined it one year ago, when she started writing poems. Ara can spent her whole day on this app. Each day passes and she is becoming curious. She spends her whole day reading or writing poems. She has changed now. But it's a better change. She has become fun, loving, and caring.
Months have passed and everything's the same. She wakes up, gets ready, goes to school, comes home, does her assignments, and again writes to me. I wait everyday that today she is going to come and tell me something new, but everyday it's almost the same. I am bit tired now, listening to the same things.
Today is 15th of November. Today, Ara seems very curious and a bit sad too. She has lots of things going in her mind. I am excited for what's she is going to tell me today. There's a different look on her face. And here she comes to tell me about her day. Let's see what she has to tell me..
DEAR READER,
Hello, I am Chipku. I am a diary, a personal diary of a girl named Ara. I have all her secrets hidden within me. But it's time for some secrets to be revealed. I am here to tell you an incident, a memory of Ara. She's no more now, but her experiences and stories are definitely going to excite you, and if you're bored then you must read it. So tie your belts, get some popcorn ready and let's start the journey.
BEFORE YOU READ
I am going to recite the story and I am just the narrator, what Ara wrote in me is going to be the same. So let's begin.
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It is 4th of August, 2019 and Ara has finally turned 14. Every year she waits for her birthday to come. She loves distributing sweets to her classmates. But this year, it's different for her. She is not excited about distributing sweets, she is not excited for her birthday. She is just curious about certain things. She is quite happy too, her fellow poets made her birthday special. I know how much special is Writer's Block and it's people for her. Writer's block is like her second home. She joined it one year ago, when she started writing poems. Ara can spent her whole day on this app. Each day passes and she is becoming curious. She spends her whole day reading or writing poems. She has changed now. But it's a better change. She has become fun, loving, and caring.
Months have passed and everything's the same. She wakes up, gets ready, goes to school, comes home, does her assignments, and again writes to me. I wait everyday that today she is going to come and tell me something new, but everyday it's almost the same. I am bit tired now, listening to the same things.
Today is 15th of November. Today, Ara seems very curious and a bit sad too. She has lots of things going in her mind. I am excited for what's she is going to tell me today. There's a different look on her face. And here she comes to tell me about her day. Let's see what she has to tell me..
FRIDAY, 9pm 15.11.2019
Hi Chipku,
Today was a good day. It was Games period and everyone of us gathered and we were discussing about many things. We started talking about best friends. Some were telling that a boy and a girl can be best friends, but some were telling a boy and a girl can't be best friends. I was really confused. I never had a friend who is a boy other than James. James is my best friend but he has fallen in love with me. I have started distancing myself from him. I just consider him my best friend but how can he love me. It's not done, but I can't even control his feelings. When they asked me, my opinion about best friends, I told them, "A boy and a girl can never be best friends." But I am curious, how can others say that they are best friends with the opposite gender. I don't understand the fact that you talk to someone for hours and hours and how is it possible that you don't feel for them. And it's weird to be in love. How can someone fall in love with a best friend? I hate James. I don't want to talk to him. And Chipku, you know I hate love, I hate falling in love. Love is nothing and just look at me, I am just 14. This is not the age of love. Love is all fake. You tell me Chipku, what do you think?
Yours ARA.
Well, it's been years I know Ara and she's never interested in love. She doesn't believe in love. I wonder what is going to be her reaction when she falls in love with someone. In a way, she is doing good, she is staying away from love, because love is really difficult. But she must not distance herself from James, it's not even his fault. Love just happens. She is annoyed with James. She is unable to sleep, she is thinking that James has betrayed their friendship by falling in love with her.
Next morning, she wakes up, she is still angry. And look, James has come to meet her. It seems she will just squeeze his neck. And look, they started fighting.
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Hi Chipku,
Today was a good day. It was Games period and everyone of us gathered and we were discussing about many things. We started talking about best friends. Some were telling that a boy and a girl can be best friends, but some were telling a boy and a girl can't be best friends. I was really confused. I never had a friend who is a boy other than James. James is my best friend but he has fallen in love with me. I have started distancing myself from him. I just consider him my best friend but how can he love me. It's not done, but I can't even control his feelings. When they asked me, my opinion about best friends, I told them, "A boy and a girl can never be best friends." But I am curious, how can others say that they are best friends with the opposite gender. I don't understand the fact that you talk to someone for hours and hours and how is it possible that you don't feel for them. And it's weird to be in love. How can someone fall in love with a best friend? I hate James. I don't want to talk to him. And Chipku, you know I hate love, I hate falling in love. Love is nothing and just look at me, I am just 14. This is not the age of love. Love is all fake. You tell me Chipku, what do you think?
Yours ARA.
Well, it's been years I know Ara and she's never interested in love. She doesn't believe in love. I wonder what is going to be her reaction when she falls in love with someone. In a way, she is doing good, she is staying away from love, because love is really difficult. But she must not distance herself from James, it's not even his fault. Love just happens. She is annoyed with James. She is unable to sleep, she is thinking that James has betrayed their friendship by falling in love with her.
Next morning, she wakes up, she is still angry. And look, James has come to meet her. It seems she will just squeeze his neck. And look, they started fighting.
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Ara, as always fights in her poetic way,
"Would remain best friends forever
Will fall in love never
That was what we said
Why now commitments got dead"
And James, he is clarifying himself,
"Happens itself
Not my fault
Easy to fall
Hard to overcome
Now shall I dig my vault?"
Ara
"Love is fake
It's all about a heartbreak
Fall for it
And you gonna face shit"
James
"Not every lover is fake
Dear Ara stay awake
Love can't be controlled
It's none of my mistake"
Ara
"Not your fault,
Then is it mine?
You have caused
Our friendship to decline"
And the fight continued for hours and hours. Ara told James to never talk to her and to end the friendship. Even James,in anger told the same thing and walked away. She is sad. She is crying. She doesn't wants to lose him but she hates love too. I don't know what she is going to tell me today. She didn't even eat her lunch, nor her dinner. Whole day she was sitting near the window looking outside.
She is coming towards me, and let's see what she has to say today.
Saturday, 11pm. 16.11.2019
Chipku,
How horrible my day was! I fought with James. And we are no more friends. I hate love, he's just a best friend and will never be more than that. I didn't tell him to love me. I didn't do anything. Why did he fall in love? We promised we would never fall in love, and stay single forever. He betrayed our friendship. I don't even want to talk to him. I don't have any feelings for him. I always considered him my best friend. We laughed, we fought, we had fun, how did love come from? I am very pissed off, I don't want to see his face. I told him, I am never going to meet him, I am never going to talk to him. Chipku, he doesn't understands that love is a fake thing. It destroys everything. I wish he understands one day. Good night.
Ara.
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"Would remain best friends forever
Will fall in love never
That was what we said
Why now commitments got dead"
And James, he is clarifying himself,
"Happens itself
Not my fault
Easy to fall
Hard to overcome
Now shall I dig my vault?"
Ara
"Love is fake
It's all about a heartbreak
Fall for it
And you gonna face shit"
James
"Not every lover is fake
Dear Ara stay awake
Love can't be controlled
It's none of my mistake"
Ara
"Not your fault,
Then is it mine?
You have caused
Our friendship to decline"
And the fight continued for hours and hours. Ara told James to never talk to her and to end the friendship. Even James,in anger told the same thing and walked away. She is sad. She is crying. She doesn't wants to lose him but she hates love too. I don't know what she is going to tell me today. She didn't even eat her lunch, nor her dinner. Whole day she was sitting near the window looking outside.
She is coming towards me, and let's see what she has to say today.
Saturday, 11pm. 16.11.2019
Chipku,
How horrible my day was! I fought with James. And we are no more friends. I hate love, he's just a best friend and will never be more than that. I didn't tell him to love me. I didn't do anything. Why did he fall in love? We promised we would never fall in love, and stay single forever. He betrayed our friendship. I don't even want to talk to him. I don't have any feelings for him. I always considered him my best friend. We laughed, we fought, we had fun, how did love come from? I am very pissed off, I don't want to see his face. I told him, I am never going to meet him, I am never going to talk to him. Chipku, he doesn't understands that love is a fake thing. It destroys everything. I wish he understands one day. Good night.
Ara.
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Ara doesn't really knows what is true love. For her, love is only about heartbreak and it's fake. I wish she meets a person who makes her realise what's love. She is childish. She is immatured. I guess when she falls in love, she will realise what she did with James was wrong. I wish and I hope so.
Days are passing and Ara is still sad. To distract herself, whole day she is busy scrolling Writer's Block. It's 21st of November today, she seems happy, there's a smile on her face, she is texting someone, she is chatting with someone. Is it James? Or someone else? I am excited to know. What the hell, she didn't write to me today. She is still chatting with the person. It's been 4 hours. Still, she is chatting. It's been 7 hours now, finally she kept her phone and look madam is here to tell me about her day.
Thursday, 11:30pm. 21.11.2019
Hiii Chipku,
How are you? I know you're fine as I am also fine. Today I met a new person on Writer's Block, it's a boy, his name is Paul. It's so much fun to talk to him. We have so many similarities. He likes reading, he is fun like me, he is talkative like me. He loves science. He is a mysterious person too. His username is quite mysterious. It's just we met today and we have started talking a lot. He is so good. I can't even describe him. He's one year elder to me. I even didn't realise when 7 hours passed. I just wanted to have conversations with him. We have even become good friends. He writes so well. And, do you know something, he has also read the book, "The Alchemist". I am reading it now, and he told me about the story. He's a bookworm like me. Thinking about him, I just want to smile. Oh my God, he's a sweetheart. Well well, it's late night, I am going to sleep. Good night.
Ara.
Am I dreaming? Ara is so happy after so many days. The way she was describing the guy, oh yes, Paul, I felt she is in love with him. But she hates love, will she ever admit that she's in love? I maybe wrong. Glad to see her happy. She is smiling, thinking of him. And the guy, the way she described him, I am excited to know more about him.
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Days are passing and Ara is still sad. To distract herself, whole day she is busy scrolling Writer's Block. It's 21st of November today, she seems happy, there's a smile on her face, she is texting someone, she is chatting with someone. Is it James? Or someone else? I am excited to know. What the hell, she didn't write to me today. She is still chatting with the person. It's been 4 hours. Still, she is chatting. It's been 7 hours now, finally she kept her phone and look madam is here to tell me about her day.
Thursday, 11:30pm. 21.11.2019
Hiii Chipku,
How are you? I know you're fine as I am also fine. Today I met a new person on Writer's Block, it's a boy, his name is Paul. It's so much fun to talk to him. We have so many similarities. He likes reading, he is fun like me, he is talkative like me. He loves science. He is a mysterious person too. His username is quite mysterious. It's just we met today and we have started talking a lot. He is so good. I can't even describe him. He's one year elder to me. I even didn't realise when 7 hours passed. I just wanted to have conversations with him. We have even become good friends. He writes so well. And, do you know something, he has also read the book, "The Alchemist". I am reading it now, and he told me about the story. He's a bookworm like me. Thinking about him, I just want to smile. Oh my God, he's a sweetheart. Well well, it's late night, I am going to sleep. Good night.
Ara.
Am I dreaming? Ara is so happy after so many days. The way she was describing the guy, oh yes, Paul, I felt she is in love with him. But she hates love, will she ever admit that she's in love? I maybe wrong. Glad to see her happy. She is smiling, thinking of him. And the guy, the way she described him, I am excited to know more about him.
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And now everyday, she talks to him for hours and hours and she tells me about her day. Not actually about her day, I guess her day, her night, everything is now about him. She has given him a nickname too. She calls him Mr Sweetu. Both of them have started sharing secrets with each other. Ara, who never shared about James proposal to anyone, shared it with Paul. I guess my girl is falling in love. And Paul, he is sharing everything with her. He shared the mystery of his name, he shared about his past. Something is being cooked between them. But today I am sure that Ara is in love with him. Today she wrote her feelings, she is not able to realise it's love but I know, I know my girl is in love. But will she accept it? Look what she has told me.
Wednesday, 11:15. 11.12.2019
Chipku,
Hi, hello. I am so happy. He wrote an email to me. And I just want to read it again and again. He tells me, time is in search of me, if not time, then he's in search of me. This words are like heaven to me. I got butterflies in my stomach while reading the email. I received the email at 10:41pm and I replied as fast as I could. It's been 2- 3 days, we didn't talk much, I am attending a wedding, so a bit busy. I am missing him so much. He has shared all his secrets with me. We don't need topics to talk about. Topics arise itself. He's even started flirting sometimes. We have become best friends. Not best but bestest of friends. Well I need to talk to him, bye bye.
Ara.
I am surprised, happily surprised, she's giving importance to someone over me. I know she's in love. I just wish everything happens good. They talk for hours and hours and just because they didn't talk for some days, they have started writing emails or shall I call it love letters. Today is 13th December and today's email was lit. Ara told Paul that he's been a part of her life without whom she cannot live. And Paul, his emails are heart touching. They gossip a lot. Days are passing and everything seems good. Ara is so happy. She's always smiling.
Wait, Ara is crying. What happened? She is writing over me and still her tears are falling on me.
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Wednesday, 11:15. 11.12.2019
Chipku,
Hi, hello. I am so happy. He wrote an email to me. And I just want to read it again and again. He tells me, time is in search of me, if not time, then he's in search of me. This words are like heaven to me. I got butterflies in my stomach while reading the email. I received the email at 10:41pm and I replied as fast as I could. It's been 2- 3 days, we didn't talk much, I am attending a wedding, so a bit busy. I am missing him so much. He has shared all his secrets with me. We don't need topics to talk about. Topics arise itself. He's even started flirting sometimes. We have become best friends. Not best but bestest of friends. Well I need to talk to him, bye bye.
Ara.
I am surprised, happily surprised, she's giving importance to someone over me. I know she's in love. I just wish everything happens good. They talk for hours and hours and just because they didn't talk for some days, they have started writing emails or shall I call it love letters. Today is 13th December and today's email was lit. Ara told Paul that he's been a part of her life without whom she cannot live. And Paul, his emails are heart touching. They gossip a lot. Days are passing and everything seems good. Ara is so happy. She's always smiling.
Wait, Ara is crying. What happened? She is writing over me and still her tears are falling on me.
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Chipku,
We were talking and he asked me the name of the person I love. I didn't wanted to tell him. How could I tell him that I am in love with him? I know you're shocked too. I hated love but all of a sudden how did it happen. Even I am thinking so, but my heart's saying it just happened. He is the one I love. He's the one who makes me smile. He's the one on whom I can rely. I can't get over him. He forced me to tell the person's name. I told him, and he was bit surprised. He took it as a joke, I guess. He considers me a best friend only. But I can't just have him as a best friend. I love him, yes I do love him. All the love poems, I wrote were, for him. He is never gonna love me. He has started teasing me, he no more shares his secrets with me, he just tries to make me jealous. Now we don't even talk much. I think I am losing him. I guess what I did with James is happening with me. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die. It was better I wouldn't have told him about my feelings. What shall I do now. Whenever we talk we just fight nowadays. Infact now we have stopped talking. He thinks that if we talk,I will get hurt. So he's stopped talking. But, he do cares for me. He checks my profile, comments on my poems, sometimes. I can't handle things. I love him, I really do. But he's happy without me, I understand.
Ara
I don't know what to say. Ara is totally broken. It's not even Paul's fault. He rejected her, she was just his best friend, he might have loved someone else or there must be his own reasons. Ara needs to understand it. I am feeling bad for her. She believed love is fake and the same thing happened. Her trust on love is no more again. I think now she understands what James must be going through.
Her schools have opened. She's not the same anymore. She doesn't writes to me now. Everyday I see her go to school, come back home, she's changed. She doesn't care about anyone now. Months have passed, it's been around 8 months, they didn't talk to each other. Ara has left Writer's Block. She has stopped writing poetry. Everything has changed.
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We were talking and he asked me the name of the person I love. I didn't wanted to tell him. How could I tell him that I am in love with him? I know you're shocked too. I hated love but all of a sudden how did it happen. Even I am thinking so, but my heart's saying it just happened. He is the one I love. He's the one who makes me smile. He's the one on whom I can rely. I can't get over him. He forced me to tell the person's name. I told him, and he was bit surprised. He took it as a joke, I guess. He considers me a best friend only. But I can't just have him as a best friend. I love him, yes I do love him. All the love poems, I wrote were, for him. He is never gonna love me. He has started teasing me, he no more shares his secrets with me, he just tries to make me jealous. Now we don't even talk much. I think I am losing him. I guess what I did with James is happening with me. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to die. It was better I wouldn't have told him about my feelings. What shall I do now. Whenever we talk we just fight nowadays. Infact now we have stopped talking. He thinks that if we talk,I will get hurt. So he's stopped talking. But, he do cares for me. He checks my profile, comments on my poems, sometimes. I can't handle things. I love him, I really do. But he's happy without me, I understand.
Ara
I don't know what to say. Ara is totally broken. It's not even Paul's fault. He rejected her, she was just his best friend, he might have loved someone else or there must be his own reasons. Ara needs to understand it. I am feeling bad for her. She believed love is fake and the same thing happened. Her trust on love is no more again. I think now she understands what James must be going through.
Her schools have opened. She's not the same anymore. She doesn't writes to me now. Everyday I see her go to school, come back home, she's changed. She doesn't care about anyone now. Months have passed, it's been around 8 months, they didn't talk to each other. Ara has left Writer's Block. She has stopped writing poetry. Everything has changed.
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It's her birthday now. It's 4th of August, 2020. She is still hoping he will come back and wish her. And yes, he wished her. But he didn't wish her by his name, he wrote a letter to her, by someone's elses name. But she loved him, she recognised it was him. She again started crying. He had wished her birthday and written how much he missed her. She cried but those tears were of happiness, of missing him. She couldn't resist herself from writing an email to him. And here's what she writes-
"You think you are too smart, you will wish me by someone's else name and I won't recognise you. Stupid, I loved you. I know you, I know the way you write. Do you even realise, how many days, months it has been since we didn't talk? It was my fault I must have never told you about my feelings and everything would be fine, we would be best friends. I miss you, I miss your talks, I miss you teasing me, I miss you telling me about your day, I miss youuuuu, I miss you yrr. I read your emails almost everyday, I want those days back. You are a fool, you know, you think that if you don't talk to me I won't be hurt, but it's the opposite. And I swear we will just remain best friends. I need to tell you so many things and I need to hear so many things. And you're still a part of my life without whom I cannot live. I miss you."
And much more she wrote. She never got a reply. Yes it's been many years now. Things have happened in her life but she has never forgotten him.
Ara was in her death bed, the doctor informed that she's going to die within two hours. She contacted everyone in the first one hour and then she told everyone to leave her alone. She started writing a letter which was for him, which he never received-
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"You think you are too smart, you will wish me by someone's else name and I won't recognise you. Stupid, I loved you. I know you, I know the way you write. Do you even realise, how many days, months it has been since we didn't talk? It was my fault I must have never told you about my feelings and everything would be fine, we would be best friends. I miss you, I miss your talks, I miss you teasing me, I miss you telling me about your day, I miss youuuuu, I miss you yrr. I read your emails almost everyday, I want those days back. You are a fool, you know, you think that if you don't talk to me I won't be hurt, but it's the opposite. And I swear we will just remain best friends. I need to tell you so many things and I need to hear so many things. And you're still a part of my life without whom I cannot live. I miss you."
And much more she wrote. She never got a reply. Yes it's been many years now. Things have happened in her life but she has never forgotten him.
Ara was in her death bed, the doctor informed that she's going to die within two hours. She contacted everyone in the first one hour and then she told everyone to leave her alone. She started writing a letter which was for him, which he never received-
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Dear Mr Sweetu,
Years have passed and I hope you're fine. I am in my death bed writing to you. I wish we still were in contact. I wish I never told you about my feelings. I wish we were best friends. I have hurt you a lot. But you know what I still have hope, one day in heaven you will come, and tell me let's be best friends again. Oh sorry, not in heaven, in hell. I have done a lot of sins. I miss you dear. I wanted you to be here when I take my last breath. But that's never gonna happen. You don't need to stay in guilt that you rejected me. I know, I know you did it for my good. I know you very well, you must have a reason. And it's normal, it's your life, you didn't love me and you rejected me. I understand. You were right, it wasn't James fault. I remember you told me that I will realise one day how James must be feeling. And yes, I do realise. Stay happy and we will meet sometime. Not in this birth ofcoursely, the next birth is there. I will make sure you be my best friend. And I assure you, I will not fall in love in my next birth. Love is all fake. It just hurts. I don't know what shall I say. I have many things to say but I don't know how shall I tell you. May God bless you and always keep you happy. Even after I am gone I will still be around you protecting you. Keep smiling.
Your silly best friend,
ARA
And she took her last breath and she died.
THERE'S NO LESSON YOU NEED TO LEARN FROM THIS INCIDENT.
But do remember, everyone has their own side. Paul must be having his own reasons. Falling in love is good but after getting rejected, getting back is difficult. It's not impossible. You can do it. Be it one-sided, unrequited or whatever, love is love. And true love exists. ARA TRULY LOVED HIM. Sometimes friendship is better than love. Make your choices well. ARA and PAUL were best friends but just because of Ara everything got destroyed. Be careful with your choices. Choose friendship. Don't lose the person who cares for you.
This was it. Not so much special but just an incident from Ara's life, very close to my heart. And I am still Ara's Chipku.
Thank you Dear Reader.
- Chipku aka Ara aka Sneha
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Years have passed and I hope you're fine. I am in my death bed writing to you. I wish we still were in contact. I wish I never told you about my feelings. I wish we were best friends. I have hurt you a lot. But you know what I still have hope, one day in heaven you will come, and tell me let's be best friends again. Oh sorry, not in heaven, in hell. I have done a lot of sins. I miss you dear. I wanted you to be here when I take my last breath. But that's never gonna happen. You don't need to stay in guilt that you rejected me. I know, I know you did it for my good. I know you very well, you must have a reason. And it's normal, it's your life, you didn't love me and you rejected me. I understand. You were right, it wasn't James fault. I remember you told me that I will realise one day how James must be feeling. And yes, I do realise. Stay happy and we will meet sometime. Not in this birth ofcoursely, the next birth is there. I will make sure you be my best friend. And I assure you, I will not fall in love in my next birth. Love is all fake. It just hurts. I don't know what shall I say. I have many things to say but I don't know how shall I tell you. May God bless you and always keep you happy. Even after I am gone I will still be around you protecting you. Keep smiling.
Your silly best friend,
ARA
And she took her last breath and she died.
THERE'S NO LESSON YOU NEED TO LEARN FROM THIS INCIDENT.
But do remember, everyone has their own side. Paul must be having his own reasons. Falling in love is good but after getting rejected, getting back is difficult. It's not impossible. You can do it. Be it one-sided, unrequited or whatever, love is love. And true love exists. ARA TRULY LOVED HIM. Sometimes friendship is better than love. Make your choices well. ARA and PAUL were best friends but just because of Ara everything got destroyed. Be careful with your choices. Choose friendship. Don't lose the person who cares for you.
This was it. Not so much special but just an incident from Ara's life, very close to my heart. And I am still Ara's Chipku.
Thank you Dear Reader.
- Chipku aka Ara aka Sneha
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A Brief Encounter (part 1)
“221 B, Baker Street. What an unusual name for a coffee shop!” She thought as she crossed the road and walked to the coffee shop. “Maybe named after the legendary character or maybe the owner of the shop would be a great admirer”, she tried to find out the possible connections. The doorbell chimed as she opened the door. Having hung her coat on the hook, she glanced around for a place to sit. The place was rather uncrowded, given the popularity, as it’s not the peak hour. She chose an empty corner beside a window and ordered a tall espresso and a Baker special croissant. She looked out the window to see nothing exciting but the backyard of the cafe. “What good is a window if it doesn’t give you a view?” She muttered as she moved to the opposite end. She looked out to find the road empty with infrequent passing of one or two vehicles. It was a pleasant day with the clear sky except the sporadic drizzles. Opposite to the cafeteria was a lush green park which offered a breathtaking view of pink cherry blossom trees in rows which indeed were a feast for the eyes. She thought of the times when she played under the shades of cherry blossoms at her granny's home. She longed to return to those days when everything was merrier and how she lived without a care in the world. She resented how things had changed for worse.
“Madame?” a voice interrupted her childhood reveries.
“Madame, here is your order.”
“Thank you.”
“New to this place, madame?” the waitress asked her to strike a conversation as she had some time to kill.
“Yes.”
“Visiting?”
“No.”
The waitress thought it best to leave her alone sensing the melancholy around her from the monosyllabic replies. She explored the cafe sipping the cup of joe. It boasted neither neon signs nor flamboyant furniture. The red brick-walls, for the most part, were bare except a few paintings here and there. To her disappointment, there was nothing related to Holmes or his creator. This aroused her curiosity further to know the story behind the name. She gathered, despite all this, the cafe would be quite popular for its quaint atmosphere and the economy pricing. “Goodbye my love, my heart, my sweet..” Edith Piaf’s ballad was flowing along with the low murmurings of the people coming in and out. A young couple at the right end nibbling their food and saying sweet nothings to each other caught her eye. The young lady wore a cling dress with plunging neckline, a bit overdressed for a cafe. “Ten bucks says tonight is the night,” she mumbled to herself. Behind them was an old man with a receding hairline munching wafers and continuously cracked up by the jokes of his plump lady. She was completely unaware of the young lad making eyes at her ample bosom. The waitress who took her order flirted at the counter. She looked out of the window again to see a man in hat helping a blind beggar with clothes so threadbare cross the road. He also offered the beggar some coins and walked to the cafe. She looked rather curiously when the doorbell chimed to check if it was him. And yes, it was! He was tall, medium-built with a wheatish complexion. He hung his damp coat and looked around. She was seized with a desire to know more about him. As she was reluctant to make the first move, she pretended reading the paper biting the croissant.
“Excuse me, do you mind?” she looked up unexpectedly to find him waiting at her table. “Why? Why on earth would he come here when there are a lot of empty tables?” She thought as she rummaged around the place. She was surprised to see the place fully crowded. She gestured him to sit and sipped her coffee trying to avoid eye contact. The waitress came a moment later to take his order.
“Howdy sally?” asked he glancing through the menu.
Aye aye, sir. Pretty good.” she replied cheerfully.
“Well, I would like to have a latte and two raspberry macarons to go. Thank you.”
...(to be continued)
A Brief Encounter (part 1)
“221 B, Baker Street. What an unusual name for a coffee shop!” She thought as she crossed the road and walked to the coffee shop. “Maybe named after the legendary character or maybe the owner of the shop would be a great admirer”, she tried to find out the possible connections. The doorbell chimed as she opened the door. Having hung her coat on the hook, she glanced around for a place to sit. The place was rather uncrowded, given the popularity, as it’s not the peak hour. She chose an empty corner beside a window and ordered a tall espresso and a Baker special croissant. She looked out the window to see nothing exciting but the backyard of the cafe. “What good is a window if it doesn’t give you a view?” She muttered as she moved to the opposite end. She looked out to find the road empty with infrequent passing of one or two vehicles. It was a pleasant day with the clear sky except the sporadic drizzles. Opposite to the cafeteria was a lush green park which offered a breathtaking view of pink cherry blossom trees in rows which indeed were a feast for the eyes. She thought of the times when she played under the shades of cherry blossoms at her granny's home. She longed to return to those days when everything was merrier and how she lived without a care in the world. She resented how things had changed for worse.
“Madame?” a voice interrupted her childhood reveries.
“Madame, here is your order.”
“Thank you.”
“New to this place, madame?” the waitress asked her to strike a conversation as she had some time to kill.
“Yes.”
“Visiting?”
“No.”
The waitress thought it best to leave her alone sensing the melancholy around her from the monosyllabic replies. She explored the cafe sipping the cup of joe. It boasted neither neon signs nor flamboyant furniture. The red brick-walls, for the most part, were bare except a few paintings here and there. To her disappointment, there was nothing related to Holmes or his creator. This aroused her curiosity further to know the story behind the name. She gathered, despite all this, the cafe would be quite popular for its quaint atmosphere and the economy pricing. “Goodbye my love, my heart, my sweet..” Edith Piaf’s ballad was flowing along with the low murmurings of the people coming in and out. A young couple at the right end nibbling their food and saying sweet nothings to each other caught her eye. The young lady wore a cling dress with plunging neckline, a bit overdressed for a cafe. “Ten bucks says tonight is the night,” she mumbled to herself. Behind them was an old man with a receding hairline munching wafers and continuously cracked up by the jokes of his plump lady. She was completely unaware of the young lad making eyes at her ample bosom. The waitress who took her order flirted at the counter. She looked out of the window again to see a man in hat helping a blind beggar with clothes so threadbare cross the road. He also offered the beggar some coins and walked to the cafe. She looked rather curiously when the doorbell chimed to check if it was him. And yes, it was! He was tall, medium-built with a wheatish complexion. He hung his damp coat and looked around. She was seized with a desire to know more about him. As she was reluctant to make the first move, she pretended reading the paper biting the croissant.
“Excuse me, do you mind?” she looked up unexpectedly to find him waiting at her table. “Why? Why on earth would he come here when there are a lot of empty tables?” She thought as she rummaged around the place. She was surprised to see the place fully crowded. She gestured him to sit and sipped her coffee trying to avoid eye contact. The waitress came a moment later to take his order.
“Howdy sally?” asked he glancing through the menu.
Aye aye, sir. Pretty good.” she replied cheerfully.
“Well, I would like to have a latte and two raspberry macarons to go. Thank you.”
...(to be continued)