Somewhere in this world..
The car door opened and a hand fell lifelessly and touched the grass which had the chilly dew drops on it.
Two months earlier, Sydney..
Enjoying the Christmas Party with a Bloody Mary sat a girl with cat-eyes, long hair with blonde highlights gazing through the unknown population in the club.
Selfies was not her thing, so she stayed aloof from her gang.
Took a picture of her drink, posted on Instagram captioned “Of Christmas things and travel diaries.. #BloodyMary #SydneyCelebratesChristmas#OneDownFromTheList #YOLO “
Her mind is her only weapon. Smart. Witty. Beautiful. And yes, those eyes can really do wonders. A perfectly imperfect girl who can turn you down with her killer smile..
12 hours passed. The hand still lifeless. The breeze started to calm the heat and the sun was about to set. No sign of human life in miles.
An abondoned girl.
On an abondoned place.
Her heart still beating slowly.
Avantika, will you wake from your nightmares?
We are Strange. We Divide and we tend to Group. Aptly void of emotions and basic Humanity, we are traveling, crawling so to speak towards that inevitable day where the World paradoxically consumes Us as we are consuming it now.
What are we? ‘The most advanced form of Life’ ? ‘the beings’ with the most developed brain? or are we the “Epitome of Self-Destruction“? We think deeply and regret when a woman is brutally ripped off her dignity and then we change the channel and LO! that feeling vanishes, refocuses to the next big blockbuster or an item song!
This is where we have come; prodding, since ages..
From Achilles to Caesar, millions have come and gone propelling the after thought that maybe we are mere test cases,lab rats,failed experiments of that Supreme power. How can we accept that ‘this’ – “We” are the Almighty’s “finest creations”?
Is there an end? I do not think so because Life does not provide us with the Luxury of a “Restart” button! We crawl and drag ourselves to that day, “Apocalypse”, whose meaning is explained by popular beliefs and the dictionaries as ‘the day when each and every human is grouped into One set and judged personally by God whether they should prevail in the Heavens or befall to the depths of Hell’. That day is coming..
Are you prepared? Are we; we the people prepared?
The school bell rang..
The ecstatic bunch of students rushed out of their classes wishing each other “Happy Holidays”
Only one sat at the very corner of the room, carefully placing the bookmark and then pulled the chain over.
Forced introvert. So, he keeps himself confined in the stories which is his world.
Holidays always pleased him because he could be himself all the time. And there was no one to pull him out of his world of fantasy. But this one was different..!
What was different?
The first time their eyes met at the Howrah Station when co-incidentally their trains were on schedule (which was nothing unusual those days).
A born bong but to be brought up somewhere she didn’t know yet.
Also introducing Wridwik,
On his way to Ahmedabad, to meet his grandmom. Not a Gujju.
Little did they know that destiny had something else planned for them.
Two different trains.
Two different destination.
Journey Continues……. Continue reading
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