Simple Love – A short story

Simple Love – A short story

There goes another short story.

Simple Love

The green-eyed girl with long straight hair, was the one who either chewed the cud or went through the pages of her books, which she had already read for, maybe, a hundred times, after she had been alienated from her group. The once optimistic person became a morbid one. It was the fact that her past had taught her to be the person she was then. She felt empty and became lugubrious from the day, her friends left her. She was not presumptuous but she was way too candour. But she was the most benevolent being on this earth, one would ever meet. There was one girl, Roopsha who endeavoured to be with her and make her jubilant against all the odds.

After taking the board examination of class X, it was time to check what her results were. With the name, school, roll number, registration number and a few more details, one could easily retrieve the mark sheet, by merely sitting at home, in the most comfortable pajamas, consuming the most scrumptious cheese popcorn that one could ever have, from the computer. Sitting in her chair, she poured life into the computer by turning on the switch with her trembling hands. Google Chrome was sitting just in front of her, mocking at her. Typing the address in the blank space, the site got displayed on the screen. She typed, “Ayantika Dasgupta” in the space which asked for her name. After filling up all her details, she halted for a second. Then, with a brave heart, she clicked the button GO. She closed her eyes waiting for her parents to see the results. She had prognosticated that she may get an average of 90 percent but she didn’t expect what she saw next. All of a sudden, a voice shouted out, “Ayantika, well done.” A sudden thunderous din of clapping hands almost gave her a cardiac attack. As she dared to open her eyelids, she beheld her laudable result with a 96.3 percent. It was a bolt from the blue. She leaped up in the air and cried out, “Goodness gracious!”

After she was isolated from her friends, this was the first time, she was filled with exhilaration.
Ayantika said, incredulously, “I can’t believe it. Is it seriously my result?”
She checked her name, roll number twice to confirm that it was her test results but not the outcome of someone else’s utmost discernment.
”Mom, now, my admission to St. Lucifer’s School may be possible!” she exclaimed with joy.

St. Lucifer’s School was the most eminent school of the city of joy, Kolkata, with a faculty of singular brilliance and there never had been a word heard that could rupture the school’s reputation. Ayantika was dubious about her admission, because she pondered on the fact that there might be many students getting a 95 percent and that it was all her fate to decide where she would go, at the end of the day.
Ayantika called Roopsha hastily and she picked up the phone.
“Hey, Roopsha! How was it?” Ayantika asked, over excited.
“Is it going to be St. Lucifer’s?” Roopsha asked, anxiously.
”It was worse than what I had been expecting. I don’t know what to do now,” I covered my mouth, trying to stop myself from laughing.
”Why? How was it? Tell me!” Roopsha beseeched her to speak out her percentage.
”It was okay. 96.3 percent.”
“What? You were kidding me this whole time. Congratulations! I am proud of you.”
“Thank you, Roopsha. What were your test results?”
Roopsha remained silent for an instant and Ayantika’s sagacity conjectured that Roopsha hadn’t scored as well as she had.
“89.9 percent,” Roopsha said, dolefully.
“Come on, don’t be melancholy. You did well. Congratulations!” Ayantika attempted to
cheer her up.
“At last, your dream is going to come true. I wish you all the best. Love you,” Roopsha said, gleefully.
“Thank you. I love you too,” Ayantika replied.

Ayantika longed to tell everything to the girls with whom she had been friends with for years. But she couldn’t.

I LOVE THEM. THEY DON’T. I HOPE THEIR DREAMS, WHATEVER BE IT, COME TRUE. STAY BLESSED.
She said those words to the gloomy wall, standing in front of her, that didn’t respond to her well wishes.

Later, in the evening, after filling up her application form for her dream school and two other schools, which she would prefer, if she didn’t get the offer letter from St. Lucifer’s. She was informed that the selected names would be put up on the notice board the next day. That night, she couldn’t sleep. She was attempting to envisage the situation if her name was not put up on the notice board.

Soon, the birds started chirping, producing a mellifluous song, and she turned on the light to check the clock that ticked to five. She got up, wore her track pants and a random t-shirt, and fastened the laces of her Nike shoes. With a ponytail tied at the back of her head, she went out for a walk in the midst of the bounty of nature. The ordinary scenes of the city seemed enigmatic and magical to her, in the early morning, when the city was enveloped with a mysterious atmosphere. It was hard for her to wake up everyday for a walk however, with determination she made it an intrinsic part of her life. During the walk, she thought if that was the most auspicious time for her and if she was that repulsive and impertinent for which her friends were filled with abhorrence. Returning home at almost 6:30 am, she was too famished and devoured bread and an egg.
“I’ll be going to check the list. Hope for the best, Ayantika,” her father said with a gargantuan smile on his forty six years old face.
Ayantika nodded and smiled back at him.

She waited impatiently for her father to come home and reveal if her name was on the board or not. It was seven in the evening, when her father retreated home and said, “You are going to St. Lucifer’s School!”
She dashed and hugged him as tight as she could.
From March, the session of class XI would begin. Ayantika could not wait to step into the divine school, where the present day authors, scientists, doctors, officers had studied.

After a month, when everything was ready, Ayantika’s father drove her to her new school and wished her luck. No sooner did she step into the heavenly atmosphere, than a chill ran down her spine. She was consternated whether she would be able to cope with the new rules and regulations and everything. As she was too determined a person, she comprehended that after a few days, she would get acquainted with the new atmosphere. She mounted up the stairs to the floor where there were the classrooms of XI and XII.
“Section A,” she said to herself, looking baffled.
Out of the blue, a boy with cool, steady eyes said, “Section A is that way. If you may, I could lead the way, because I am going there too.”
His black eyes sliced into hers and her heart fumbled a beat and in that pause a feeling of extreme bliss seemed to fill her void.
“Hello?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, when he understood that she was staring at him.
“Yes, please. Thank you,” that was all she could say with a thudding heart.

While he was walking, she observed his perfectly shaped back and his strong constitution. His impeccable arms were something that attracted her while his long, slender neck, broad shoulders, curving pinna, well-made, slim and muscular figure made her gaze at him.
After they reached the classroom, he opened the door for her and she stretched out her arm for a handshake,“Thank you. I am Ayantika,”
“Nice meeting you, Ayantika. I am Soham,” he gave a gentle shake to her hand and brought a smile on his almost symmetrical face.

Trying to find a seat, she chose one which was just two benches from the first and to her astonishment, Soham came and chose to sit right in front of her. He turned round to see Ayantika, looking fixedly at him with her blushing cheeks.
“So, is this your first year at St. Lucifer’s?” she asked.
“No. I have been here since the KGs. Which school are you from?”
“Modern Girls’ High School,” she answered.

Classes started and Ayantika thought –
Excellent notes. Excellent words. Excellent methodology. Excellent everything.

Days went by and Ayantika had become one of the prominent students of the class by standing out with her flawless answers. Soham commenced being the most amiable with her. She could think of him as her best friend and she didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t. Rohil, Sameera, Gargi, Vishesh and Soham became her best friends’ group.

It was a usual Wednesday afternoon when she got ready for her Physics tuitions. That day, Soham’s eyes were pinned to her. Although, she endeavoured hard not to look at him for once, she finally gave in and took a glance at him. She could see a twinkle in his eyes and a grin on his gorgeous face. She didn’t dare to look at him again. As that day, the teacher was in the mood of giving another test to the students, it was 9 O’clock when the class got over.
“I see your father hasn’t come today,” Soham said as soon as she was going to step out of the house.
“Yes. He has some work to do,” she replied.
“Could I…. could I walk you home?” he asked, apprehensively.
She nodded.
“So…” he halted.
“So, what?”
“I think you are going to top this time.”
“No. I mean, I can come in the top five or ten, but I am not that a perfectionist that I will be able to make it to the peak.”
“You can. I reckon so.”
“Thank you.”

His hand brushed against hers and a feeling prickled up the back of her neck and the hairs on her arms tingled. The trees were waving their arms wildly and a cool breeze made her shiver like a leaf in the mighty wind.
“Are you in a relationship with Rohil?”
“Are you totally out of your mind?”
“No. I see that you are the merriest in his company.”
“How can you even say that? How do you know that I am the merriest in his company? I am the most blissful in yo…” she was just going to say ‘your company.’
“Yo? Who’s Yo?” he asked, puzzled.
“I mean my dog. No, not my dog. Yo is my cousin’s dog.”
“Okay, so, here’s your home sweet home.”
“Thank you, for walking this distance with me.”
“You are welcome, and…” he hesitated with a flicker of cheerfulness on his handsome face.
She comprehended that something was hidden behind his visage of jubilance.
“And?” she enquired.
“And, have a nice day. Oh, sorry, a nice night,” he laughed, going out of words.
“I will. Good night and take care.”
“Good night and take care you too,” he touched her cheek with his chilling hand.

She smiled and turned round to ring the bell.

It was almost 12 O’clock. She was thinking what Soham was trying to expound. Then, she fathomed that he might feel the way she did and made up her mind to pour out whatever she had to say. She took her phone and typed, ‘I think I might not be wrong in guessing that you feel the way I do. So, yeah, I dare to say this, I LOVE YOU.’

Her gentle finger shivered to press the Send button. She took a deep breath and pressed the button. But no reply came. The next day, he didn’t come to school, making her more edgy.

She had, then, become restive. It had been about four days. She loathed that she couldn’t cease herself from checking her phone all the time. She could feel her heart skip a beat every time she thought of no communication with the one, she loved the most. This unbearable situation had made her perpetually restless. However, out of the blue, that day, her phone vibrated. No sooner did her phone screen come to life, than she unlocked her phone and stared at the screen, crestfallen. Finally it was his message. She could not believe what she saw. Her eyes had already become filled with warm tears that rolled down her cheeks.

She read his reply, disbelievingly, “I abominate you. Why did you say all that to me?”
She sent a message, instantaneously, ‘What? I said what there was in my heart. It doesn’t mean that you will have to loathe me.’
His message came, ‘Oh, sorry. I was going to send this to someone else. I love you. That night, I longed to propose to you but I couldn’t. I was scared of what your answer would be. I was afraid of revealing my clandestine love for you.’

Ayantika was on the verge of crying after reading this incredible message and called him. Hardly did he pick up the call when she said, wrathfully, “What were you doing these days? You had the time to come online but not send me a message?”

“I am sorry, dear. I gave my phone to the store for the screen didn’t work properly and then I gave it to my brother to update it. Maybe he was the one, who used to come online. Do you recollect that St. Joseph’s School was organizing a debate and a quiz competition? I was not supposed to participate in it but, Sayak fell ill, so I had to prepare for it. I am remorseful. I know, I should have informed you.”
“It’s okay. Are you coming tomorrow?”
“Yes. The contests got over today. I will have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

His last words made her restless. It was like her heart was almost going to come out of her mouth. The next morning, she made it sure to apply mascara and kajal to her soulful eyes and gloss to her well-shaped lips.

When she entered the classroom, she saw balloons of different brilliant colours, floating in the room, everyone shouting to the top of their voices and Soham on his knees holding out a red rose to her.

Ayantika took the rose and smiled at him. Soham stood up and gave her a hug which was so tight that she could not breathe for a second.

 

 

There it ends.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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Untold – A tale of three hearts(short story)

Untold – A tale of three hearts(short story)

Once, I wrote down a short story for a contest held by The Times newspaper, in December, 2015. However, it couldn’t make it to the top. I yearn to share it with you, today. So, here it goes.

Untold

At midnight, Kia woke up out of the blue. To her astonishment, Disha had fallen asleep, resting her small head on Rishabh’s herculean shoulder. Kia went to the washroom and when she returned, she was too indolent to push her way into her seat, and the seating arrangement changed. Kia fell asleep real quick, holding Rishabh’s hand more firmly. However, Rishabh’s other hand craved to touch Disha’s gentle arm. Her heart skipped a beat when his cold touch made Disha shiver. No sooner did his hand touch hers, than she pulled her hand away.

When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishabh’s exhilaration seemed to be replaced by something enigmatic, that was inexplicable. He was absolutely baffled, and feared the worst.

Rishabh comprehended the fear of hurting Disha and Kia, and could not stop himself from being in love with the two ladies at the same time. He pondered what would happen if Kia got to know about his mixed feelings. Rishabh, Disha’s cousin, was the secretary photographer of The Union magazine. He was filled with a mixture of exhilaration and consternation as his promotion solely depended on the task of covering Christmas at Anjuna beach. Disha’s father was one of the editors of the same, and she got the job of a freelance writer.

“You need to do your best, Rishabh. I know you will,” said, Kia, the journalist, encouragingly.
Rishabh kissed Kia’s hand gently without knowing that Disha was keeping a keen look on them.
He replied, “I will endeavour to do so, dear.”
Disha let out a breath of wrath and misery, after watching the two together, which was vile for her.

After reaching Hotel Anjuna, the three went to their respective rooms. Out of the blue, Disha’s phone rang up. No sooner did she see ‘Rishabh calling’ than she picked it up and said, furiously, “You know I can’t see you with someone else. I know you love her and you love..” she halted.

Rishabh expounded to her, “And I love you. I am remorseful for whatever I am doing. Please, give me sometime, to sort out everything. This Anjuna project is something on which my career depends. I need to make it as grand and gargantuan as possible. You are a benediction. Be with me.”
Disha replied, “Always.”

It was 25th of December, and hardly did they refresh themselves when they set out for Anjuna beach. Rishabh took the seat beside the driver, while the other two moved behind. Rishabh became exceedingly anxious when he beheld Disha attempting to say something to Kia stealthily. Disha, fathoming that Rishabh was eavesdropping and had noticed her inscrutable action, commenced talking about how jubilant she was. He could not prognosticate what was going to happen later.

Anjuna beach was crowded with indefatigable people, dancing to the beats of electronic music which was cacophony to Disha. The half-naked bodies, with their hands playing with the invisible air, were clashing against each other. The crowd was springing up, and their heart beating faster with each leap in the air. Rishabh tried to take pictures at every possible angle, while the scrupulous Disha depicted the whole scene with a mere pen. However, Kia commenced dancing in the crowd, forgetting about what she was supposed to do.
The solicitous Rishabh rushed towards her, “Kia, you need to do your job first.”
Kia comprehended that and interviewed different people.

While some were dancing wildly, others preferred to stay in the shacks, or tan themselves well on the beach. Kia perceived Rishabh staring at the girls and flirting with them. She shouted, “Rishabh, now you do your job.”
He laughed hysterically and hugged her.

The Sun was gleaming brilliantly while its reflection on the sea water made it glitter, which bewitched Disha. Rishabh took a perfect picture of this picturesque sight. With their jobs almost done, the three went to the Curlie Beach Shack to satisfy their appetite.
Kia said, “Chicken Vandaloo.”
Rishabh smiled, “I would go for the sausage chilly. Disha, what will you have?”
Disha ran her finger down the menu and replied, “Taluna with Pita and roast chicken.”
Rishabh asked, surprised, “Won’t anyone have something from the Bar menu?”
“Disha and Kia said together, “Whisky. Royal Stag.”
They smiled at each other.

In the car, Disha fell fast asleep and rested her head on Rishabh’s well built shoulder. He sighed while this movement did not bother Kia, who was indulged in looking outside the window. The city was adorned with brilliant lights and different shops were put up, selling clothes, accessories which attracted her the most. Disha’s hand reached Rishabh’s ponderously and she held it tightly, as if she was never going to leave it. He took a quick glance at Kia, who was staring at the ornate city, and moved his hand to clutch Disha’s waist. She opened her dark eyes and smiled at him. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat, which she yearned to be hers.

After a while, they reached the Church of Basilica of Bom Jesus. The three were astonished to behold such a gargantuan structure and without squandering anymore time, they stepped into the heavenly atmosphere. The glass-sided coffin amid the shower of gilt stars had the mortal remains of St. Francis Xavier, the so-called Apostle of the Indies. The three were spellbind at the sight of Jesus and the beautiful atmosphere with an enigmatic sheath enveloped them.

Rishabh said in his mind, “I love Kia. I love Disha too, who filled emotions into this phlegmatic man. I am in an unintelligible situation. Shall I reveal everything to Kia? I can’t lose them.”
Disha closed her eyes and joined her delicate hands, “For this Christmas, Lord, you know what I want. I love him, but my heart beats faster when I am close to the other one. Thank you for everything.”
Kia said, “I know, whom I love truly. Thank you for this life.”

As the night became darker, Disha became somnolent. When Rishabh’s text appeared on the screen of her phone, ‘Meet me at my room. I know, it is my fault. I have no control over my flawed feelings. I need to talk to you. Please,’ she rushed to the elevator and waited for the fourth floor. With room no. 23 in her mind, she took a quick glance on each door and when she finally got to his room, to her astonishment, it was slightly ajar. She peaked through the opened door just to see Rishabh and Kia kissing passionately. The two bodies floated across the room without noticing Disha. He had poured himself into her completely. More than misery, she felt rage. She began contemplating that what she had planned for herself would not work out that way. She stood immobile for a moment after watching this incredible scene. She tiptoed and went back to her room with the only sound of the tears rolling down her plump cheeks.

An hour later, the door bell rang. Disha ceased sobbing, got up and opened the door to see Rishabh standing outside. She endeavoured to push the door close, but he halted her from doing so and got inside.

He elucidated to her, “I am sorry. I asked you to come but she needed a strepsil, and then that erratic incident happened. There can be no apology for what I am doing and nothing can abate your misery. You are extraordinary, inexplicable, intrepid, and infinitely beautiful. I can’t say it in words how much I love you and how despair I feel at this instant. It is like my sagacity has left my body. This is cumbersome and boundless.”
Disha replied, ruminatively, “You are trying to flee from feasibility. If you love me so much, then make a clean breast of it and speak out everything to Kia.”
Rishabh dropped his body on the bed, “I cannot because I love her too. I don’t know. Please, let this Anjuna thing end and I will clear out everything.”
Disha stammered, “It is okay. You can leave me and be with her, or you can leave both of us.”
Rishabh became baffled at this and was going to ask something when she said, hastily, “I do not want to supersede her. Be with her. I will help myself to move on.”

Disha sat beside him and he moved towards her. Their breaths mingled with each other. She was too bashful to look at him in the eyes. As his chilling hands touched her cheeks, she skipped a beat. Their lips, an inch away, enjoyed the atmosphere that filled the gap. After hesitating a bit, he moved his head to touch her lips, which were craving for his. He could then see her soul through the translucent curtain which separated him from her, and yearned this kiss to be perennial. He could feel her candor, the simple beauty of her soul. Her simple ‘yes’ to his bewitchment, revealed her irrefutable lust, her heart which was craving for love. Thinking of it as a malady of fate, she pulled herself back and uttered, “After this, I cannot see you with someone else. Please, leave me and be with her eternally.”
He got up and held her hand. For the first time, she saw tears in his glistening eyes. He kissed her forehead and went away saying nothing.

“How shall I tell him now? How? Why did he kiss me? It made things more irrevocable. Everything is erroneous,” Disha said to herself.

Rishabh went up to his room, puzzled with his mendacious nature and made up his mind to say everything to Kia, the next day. A poignant reminder of the fact that he would have to let go of one, exhorted his tears to roll down. His love for Kia was becoming obscure, while his love for Disha was being more prominent.

The next morning, Disha could not face Rishabh and didn’t look at him for once. This irreverent attitude annoyed him more than he could imagine. He felt this clandestine love to be onerous and no sooner did he get to Kia to spill out everything, than Disha said, “Let us go out for a walk on the beach.”
“Yeah! Come on,” Kia said, jubilantly.

He looked at Disha dubiously but she did not look back at him, which made him conjecture that something was going on. His mind was sunk into the sea of confusion and inculpated himself. The two ladies walked on the beach barefooted and enjoyed the magnificent beauty of the beach. The enigma, beauty of the vivid panorama occupied Disha’s mind completely. Kia walked towards Rishabh and slid her hand into his. However he pulled his hand back and hugged himself with his arms.

Kia frowned at him, “What has happened to you? Am I so hateful?”
He replied, “No, dear. I just want some time with myself.”
She said in a low voice, “I know what has been going on with you and Disha. I understand. But it is totally fine if you want to stay with her. I’ll move on, although it will be hard to do so. You have left an indelible mark on my heart.”
He answered, impudently, “No. Don’t be ludicrous. Just give me some time.”

She walked away silently. He saw the two talking, giggling, walking hand in hand ahead.

After reaching the hotel, Kia opened her glittering purse and found a tiny piece of paper which said,

“Be in your room at 9 O’CLOCK.
Your love,
KOKO”

She smiled and she knew exactly from who this message was. After taking a bath and cleansing her impeccable body, she thought what to wear. She knew that this person would not want her to wear something lacy or sexually appealing. So, she chose a t-shirt and a brightly coloured skirt. Combing her hair, she sprinkled the Engage fragrance around her and waited for the clock to tick nine.

Just at nine, the bell rang. Kia took a last look at herself in the mirror and dashed to open the door. Her love was standing right in front of her. The fingers tickled her skin as the hands ran up her perfectly shaped thighs, reaching beneath her skirt. She let out a shallow breath as her bare knees were kissed. The two bodies played with each other and were too reluctant to forsake one another. They obliterated anything that separated the two souls. Their interminable bond filled the two animate bodies with incessant bliss. The lips united and didn’t leave each other till Kia said, breathing heavily, “I missed you, Disha!”
 

There it ends.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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The Incredulous Truth – A short story

The Incredulous Truth –  A short story

I had, once, participated in a contest, “The Short Story Contest 11” conducted by The Telegraph In Schools, and The Incredulous Truth got selected in the top ten of the best stories.  It got featured in the newspaper on October 1, 2015. So, here it goes.

The Incredulous Truth

It was a regular day in school. There were neither complaints against me nor any punishment for me that day. So, I was happy to get back home! There wouldn’t be many uneasy questions from my mother to answer, I thought happily. I got off the school bus and ran home across the street, as I always did. As I reached our main door and was about to ring the door bell, I was surprised to find it unlocked! I pushed the door open and entered the house. As I stepped in, I was baffled. Everything in our house had completely changed … the furniture, the decor and, in general, everything else that stood there. I was shocked, transfixed to the spot! Was I dreaming? I pinched myself to confirm that I was awake, wide awake! I ran to every room, looking and calling out to my mother and our old maid. But nobody seemed to be home…nobody…not a soul!

I was petrified. I didn’t know whether to cry or call out for succour or digest the fact that my mother had disappeared or been kidnapped. It took me a while to fathom that my mother and our maid were nowhere to be seen. No sooner did I abate my anxiety than I commenced the quest for any clue that would lead to my mother. All the things were on the floor which made the task exceedingly onerous. Somehow, I knew that this was inauspicious, however, I had this profound feeling of getting my mother back. I went through the cupboards, closets, the papers, documents. I thought that I didn’t leave a single corner of the house unchecked. But I forgot to check the bathroom. I hastened to the bathroom and went through everything. I searched for what I didn’t know. Presumably something was there which would lead me to my old life. It was erroneous to contemplate that there wasn’t anything that would give me any hint or make me conjecture about the incident that had taken place earlier in this house. Then, my eyes fell on the small shelf where the shampoo and the conditioner bottles stood. As I grabbed one bottle, a piece of paper fell on the ground. As soon as I saw it, I picked it up and it read, “Go to the roof, and open the lid of the red waste bin kept at the right corner of the roof. Search for the white tab in it. Watch the video named ‘Rose’ and you’ll comprehend everything.”

Squandering no more time, I went to the roof. Although the revolting smell was keeping me from opening the lid of the waste bin, I  finally did so. I dared to put a hand inside it. After a while, I could feel something hard and brought it out. It was a plastic bag. The stench was too odious for me to try to unfasten it. But I did it. To my disgust, there were some soiled napkins. I attempted to search for that tab among them. I found it wrapped in one of the napkins. I switched on the tab and clicked on the video ‘Rose.’ I could see my mother sitting on a couch. She began, “I know it is hard for you, Rose. But I want to divulge all the secrets to you. I have been working on a project with the other people of the confidential team called The United Goals. We have been studying the dead for years. After the research work was done, we came to a conclusion that the dead can revive. But a treacherous member gave us away to the people. Now some men are endeavouring to come by this information and use it for bad purposes. It would be too perilous for the living if the dead would come back to life. Today, some men will come to our house and search for the information. I can’t tell you anymore as they might also find this tab and watch this video. By the time they reach the house, the theories, and all the other information would already be destroyed. I want you to stay calm and don’t tell about this to anyone. I’ll come back tomorrow and till then, our maid will take care of you. She’ll reach our house by 4 pm. Love you.”

I could neither believe my eyes nor my ears. After watching this incredulous video, I went to my room, organized the mess and waited for everything to be normal.

There it ends.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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One way

One way

My day started off, when I woke up to perceive my chemistry books glaring at me. I just knew what they wanted, my sanity to be ruined. Fortunately, it was and they were quite triumphant in making me go nuts. I couldn’t get this thing, that when I number the substituents, and if I get a methyl or an ethyl as a substituent in a substituent, then it will be replaced by a hydrogen. I mean, who on earth said that? The class was at 10 O’ clock, and never do I reach my teacher’s place in the nick of time. It is always five or ten minutes after ten, however, I don’t have to agonize about that, because he doesn’t chide me anymore. Maybe, he has got tired of it. Okay, so, he had to go through atomic structure again, as I, the so-not-brilliant-nerd, couldn’t get a word of it earlier. However, he is an amazing teacher, with immense patience, and never does he get aggravated by my ludicrous questions, which I blabber, after his explanation for the thousandth time. So, I hope, now you know, I have the genes, which were mutated to something unnatural. I hope my parents are my biological ones, as I wonder in awe, what caused the birth of such a peculiar being.

It must have been a hundred degrees today, because no sooner did I step out of my teacher’s house, than my tanned skin was being pierced by the malevolent sun rays. I take an umbrella merely during the monsoon. Although there were no drops, I had to take one. The wind was dry and excessively hot, which made it hard for me to breathe. The One Direction songs changed my lugubrious mood. I don’t know why some think that their songs are nothing but din. Half a heart, Truly Madly Deeply, Right now, They don’t know about us, You and I, Irresistible, Eighteen, Night changes, One thing, Little things, Over again, Walking in the wind, Infinity, Love you goodbye, Perfect, I want to write you a song, If I could fly, do you really think that these sound like clamor? I listed down some of my favourites. Whenever, I am melancholy, these songs erase every bit of misery. I am grateful to them, for singing such beautiful songs. I so yearn to see them together, again. I hope that their hiatus doesn’t end into a permanent one. They shouldn’t have done this, because it merely proved those right, who said that One Direction would not last long after Zayn Malik’s departure. Needless to say that they won the Brit awards for the best music video(Drag me down), American Music Artist of the year, Billboard Music award for the top group, Billboard Music Award for the top touring artist just after he left. The hiatus after two or three more years, wouldn’t have done any wrong.

Okay, no more One Direction talks. I do not know how I am going to do at least forty sums with those drowsy eyes, the next morning at 6 am. Don’t you think that those sums are easy. Physics is not easy. I need to burn the midnight oil again.

Have a great life.
Love,
Touchwords

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