Conceit & Kindness

Be the real you.-+-+-+-+-(-++-+--+(+-++--++--++--++---Dear Diary,Today was a very significant day in my life. The day for which I was procrastinating since I was born, the day which dared to change everything for me. The day brought me utter contentment and brutal discomfort. The day when I was weeping and cacklingThe day which gave me wings to fly and a stab in my backThe day which makes me regret it all the time."Jessica,"I closed the diary and ran downstairs, my mother was yelling at me for too long. I was trying to be indifferent to her voice, but I cannot bear it for too long.The house was garnished with flowers and lights, everywhere I could hear whispers of everyone.My sister is getting married and today is her engagement. She must be getting ready now.I glanced at the ceiling to the well-furnished wall, the walls which were empty before are filled with passion now."Jessica? What are you doing? Come here!"Her voice never changed, at least not to me. There was no

You are on the greatest journey of life.++++-+-+--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--++-+-+-+-You are nothing, Jessica! You are nothing!I closed my eyes, composed my posture and took a deep breath, my consciousness was jumping from the blue pattern to the black one and my eyes were in bewilderment because if I have to make my words evident. I have to look straight into this man's eyes."I write,"the orbs were reacted for a second as magnetic as thunder but became humourless once again."I can understand why your father was deplorable regarding you," a small tint of a smile spread across his face. and his shoulders were rose again in the manner of pride."what do you mean?"he glanced at me for more than a second, shook his head again, a smirk appeared on his subtle face.what does he mean?"Abhimaan, " his father's voice was vigilant to my ears.I could sense the explicitly in them."Coming dad," he started moving, adjusting his wristwatch.He took two steps and then stopped again to glance ba

-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-++-+-+----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The great Abhimaan Kapoor is here in all his glory, I could see the radiant smirk on his face, and the complexity In his eyes as he doesn't want to be associated with anyone. of course, he understands himself as the superior one as he is the only one who is born to invent machines. and I am pretty sure that girl must be his girlfriend, I didn't expect anything sober from him anyways, I move my head and strolled down to make space in the too-loud crowd.music was too high but at least I was sane, sane enough to understand what I am doing here and basically, I am doing nothing.seconds have passed, minutes have passed but I was not able to find any reasonable thing to do so, as the time was running my heart was in thunder as something outrageous is on my way to surpassing all the elements. I tried to glance outside through the small window, b

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I have buried beforeI have died beforeI have shelved before I have lost beforeone sound of the magnetic ocean and the world would fall apart, one word from yours can sheer me apartI tried to scribble the word when my mind was not in the state to do anything, I was feeling terrible; devastated to be more precise to say.I was not supposed to make myself a laughing stock ahead of any men and the frivolous thing I ever did I stumbled on one.especially to that man who considered me nothing.I know nothing can be a precise word if you have to describe someone, but how a living creature inhaling oxygen every day be considered nothing?the world can never be considered seldom and any woman with sanity in her mind is the heart of the world who can never be considered frivolity.I know the world can't be described in a sentence, my life o

The past and the present are here in this moment +-+---+-+-&-----&--+---&&----&---&&&I was about six years old when I realised what freedom was.And before that, I used to think freedom is an object that everyone must have. So that they can believe what's like to breathe in the air which is not consumed with blood.I was six when I ran after a flying kite. The kite was flowing in all directions of wind but I was afraid of it. I didn't want it to fall on the ground to be fragile. I wanted it to land on my tiny hands so I could understand what it was.When I ran, I left behind everything for a moment. The family, the friends, the sun, the eyes, everything. And a woman with freedom must know what she relishes while having no strings attached.I kept running without realising where I was going while being barefoot when the stones were crushing my life. maybe my mind was more curious about catching the wind much harder or living in freedom which I have not experienced before.the sky wa