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
The silent sea always remains dangerous ++++++++++--++--+++++++++++++++++++++++There are two kinds of people in this world. One who is inside the box, adjusting themselves the way people want, gets admired by everyone, fits everywhere they want. While there are some like me. Who are outside the box, people like me will never fit in, we will never be admired by someone else, and we will always be on the other side, hoping to vaporize from this world. I was lurking outside the window, and my mind was getting stuck to a point when I was ten years old. I have no indication why my mind was linked to that particular phase of my life.Abhimaan Kapoor was driving his car and I was in his car along with Aman, Shanaya, and his younger sister.There was complete silence, absolute utter one. The thunderstorm made me burst from the inside, I was crawling to divert my mind, to never be stuck in the loopholes of my life.The atmosphere distorted itself into the most horrendous times, and I beli
Parts of the heart are struggling, and parts of the heart are numb forever. _-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++---+--++--+--+-+-+-+-+-+-There are millions of thoughts in a young girl when someone catches her hand without her consent, And these thoughts are not minor ones, these are divergent, never endings just like chaos in a circle.He never looked back at me.I have anyhow slipped my hand from his embrace, it was making me nervous like a girl on the ghosted island. The predicaments, the desires, the obstruction, the kindness are all I have ever lost for a tiny second.I didn't say anything, and neither did he. I was following his big steps, noticing him being vulnerable is one thing, and being lost in another. and I have no idea where I fit myself between these. I am at the end shore of the sea looking back at those crippling stars which are hard to find even in the never-ending night.The weather was not splendid either. And I might be uncertain to confirm what I was observing.The tense sho
Stillness comes with a past --+---_++-+++---++--+--+++-++--+++--++++Against all the destiny and humming, I am lost in the whereabouts and feel like I am not good enough, not good enough to be the oblivion one, not good enough to meet the precepts, not wise enough to build the castle alone, not good enough to run wild in the jungle. However, maybe in the same farthest corner, I don't see the star listening in the sky, I see it deteriorating the whole heart in a thousand glimpses. He was walking, taking long steps, his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were broad, and there was a frown on his face, and of course, with too much pride he was making himself more amiable than he was.I have not studied the pattern of generosity before, not the signs of pilgrims I have ever looked but peeking the night in him is the most frightening thing. I have seen his eyes turning black from white.How is a human supposed to do that? He called my name over and over again as if he was on a nev
Too much to think!-+-+-+-+++--+-++-+-+-++--+--+++++++++++++Earnestly is like a pilgrim with millions of patterns. So vibrant and enormously big, but we can't do anything. We cannot, no matter how infinite it is! maybe our pride is too much to take the burden on our shoulders and the world is still the silent one.When I think about the countryside, those green mushy fields always come to mind. The silence, the whispers, the hope, the delicacy and the night of stars. For some reason, I have grown to despise men. I do not know the exactness of it but what I know is I despise them.I remember the summer of the fifth standard when the first time I entered the school, there were thousands of eyes glaring at me with millions of questions. But what could I do about it? Was I capable enough to do anything? The fifth-grade girl was not what she wanted to be. Maybe she was afraid, afraid of something that she hardly speaks of it."Jessica?" I heard my name called again and again, and I
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mr Abhimaan Kapoor? What exactly is he doing here? And with all the guests? In a surprising twist, the spotlight fell on Mr Abhimaan Kapoor. The room buzzed with curiosity as he mingled effortlessly with the gathering of esteemed guests. It was as if he held a secret that was about to be unveiled.Questions raced in my mind like wildfire. Wasn't he simply an engineer? When had he become the president of SiTech Groups'? After all, hadn't this company been hailed as the premier technological and innovative powerhouse in Asia?As the chatter settled into a low hum, a new revelation surfaced – SiTech Groups was poised to embark on a nationwide talent hunt, a quest for the brightest minds across India. A comprehensive three-round selection process would sift through candidates: a rigorous written examination, followed by working on inventing a new machine, culmina
I woke up the next day and was traumatized.I have always loved the calmer people, those who think before speaking, who don't hurt others just because they think to do so.Meanwhile, Abhimaan was quite the opposite of everything.The faster I get over this constant loop, the better for my future, at least that's what I think.I got up and brushed my teeth, and everywhere all I could see was Abhimaan; his aura, his energy, the way he was grappling with words.No, I am not dreaming; he was actually in the headlines of every newspaper and every news channel, pretending to be the king to announce the youth competition for his company.And I remember my father's words: "If I get into his company, I can do something in writing, and he won't stop me!"So from where should I start? What do I have to study? Will my mind take all of it?I looked over the bundle of books and picked one for myself. No, it was not those novels that I always wanted to read.I picked one, and my mind started roaming
+++-+-+---+----+++-+++-++--+++-+++++++------+-+-+--I saw the moon illuminating in all darkness, and I instantly roamed over the nearby window.The scented candles gave me the aroma of the vintage times that I used to read in novels and the night behind the darkness has something strange in it.I flipped over the pages of the notebook he had given me.His neat handwriting, every syllable as gently crafted as he has learnt the art of calligraphy.In the end, I saw a name written and smudged by a black pointed pen.The name must be of seven letters.What would be the reason? Why did he write the name just to delete it again and again? When I think about his eyes, the way he was looking, he had fire in them.What was he hiding?Why the hell you are thinking about him? No! I shouldn't! I ceased his thoughts from my mind and tried to read those letters again and again. I didn't realise when the moon went to hide and the sun focused on shining again. ***A week has passed since my sin