Shootout in the Bookstore.
She was fond of reading and, her favorite place was the library.
You will be surprised at her curiousness and the urge to explore literary works.
The next venture would be to own her bookstore and share her state of happiness with others around.
Seek her and help her find joy in the bookstore.
Walking through the store, she notices a young man with a faint smile on his face.
He seemed to recognize her, but she feigned ignorance.
It's not love or infatuation for her. He was a young fan who loved her writings and kept a tab on her movements.
She ignored him once again and moved on quietly.
Bookstores are usually quiet. They resemble the libraries without seating arrangements.
No sales personnel was involved in the next scene that took place.
The young guy calls out her name and shoots her on the point-blank range.
They both lived their lives and met their fate in their favorite place.
Broken Friendships lead to Broken Hearts
Have you ever found yourself in a dilemma over a friendship that has gone sour? Does it hurt you like a pain that never will subside??
I had an encounter and, it has deeply affected me to the core. A petty misunderstanding over a trivial issue leads to our discontinuation of talks.
It's been three months and, there is no sign of revival. The feeling of growing distant from a friend who was close enough hurts like hell. I have realized my value and, I chose to keep quiet if that's what the person wants. It's more of a one-sided relationship. There have been no replies to messages, no communication whatsoever. Social media is just an excuse to see each other's whereabouts, but no concern about the opposite person. I am hoping for a reconciliation soon because indications tell me that we will be together again.
My Rant for the day: 31st August 2021
″ I usually rant about the weather, that is currently raining continuously and without full stop. My heart is longing for a nice walk in the park, but I am stuck perpetually at home, lost in my thoughts. I Pick up a book, but I am not pleased with the cover. I stall my reading for another day. No matter what I do, my heart and mind are not in sync about the situation. Just a bleak and bland day where I am enjoying the view outside the window, waiting for the glimmer of hope, my happy sunshine. Loud blaring music plays in the background while a hot cup of tea is on the waiting list.
In the silence of the night...
In the silence of the night, she wrote her heart out.
The emotions were streaming down straight down from her heart.
Mind and soul were all in tandem for the new awakening of the bride.
Her hearts desire were now being rectified.
The love of her life stole her precious gift away, her only child.
The longing and wanting will now spike into an inevitable bile.
Tracing the geographical territories over the map of Asia, she found the root cause of her constant amnesia.
Forbidding are the ways of the world, yet not a word or sigh.
She was swift enought to gauge the importance of time.
Entrusting her family into shelter for months, she is now staking claim over the body of her dead son.
Fridays, How I long for you.
Gone are the days of using the terminologies such as Friday and Saturday Nights.
The perceived notion of taking a breather after a hard day's work has taken a royal beating, with all the days considered as fun days or working days as a singular prospect. Planning a night out also seems to be running into the oblivious mood of a not-so-happening event. The lack of enthusiasm or the overworked 24/7 work-from-home formula has caused the diminishing trend of Friday nights.
There are times when Fridays used to be a time for data crunching because your seniors had to leave for an important meeting with the management.
Friday in general also meant interlocking your long weekend with a single day to stretch it for self-satisfaction.
I can scarcely remember my Friday nights being at home. Every alternate Friday, it was a movie plan or friends reunion. Friday night dinners or a cup of coffee overlooking the bay was a must-have in Mumbai city.
Post the pandemic, Fridays and Saturdays have all turned into a working day. Either you are working for a company or working at home, it's all the same. The feeling of partying at home has also gained an increase in individuals. The whys and Hows of uncertainty are diminishing as we learn to live one day at a time. A Friday or Monday does not make a difference if we do not live it up to our best. Every day counts and, every blessing derived is a gain, not a loss.
Writing about Friday makes me want to have a hot cup of coffee while I recover from my bout of cold and flu.
Happy Friday to all.
It's another Thursday morning, in fact, the last Thursday of July 2021.
She follows her routine religiously with a hot cup of water, lemon, and honey. The weather has made her complacent, knowing that she has to tend to the household chores. She is Lounging on the sofa in the living room with a diary and laptop by her side. The date of travel is approaching soon, and the packing of clothes is on priority.
Her life is like an open book to those who mattered to her and even those who didn't.
She writes in her diary, datewise and in an order that none could imagine.
" I stare at the skies looking out for inspiration.
The only view that keeps me sane in this chaotic world.
I want to explore the world with a few family members and friends.
Destiny has laid out before me a condescending and abhorring trend."
"There are moments of joy and happiness.
Festivals are around the corner.
I am no longer interested in the cultural festivities cause life is glaring at me for my decisions.
The world sees the outer realm of an individual, but what matters is the heart and its functioning."
"Weight loss management, time management, family discord, mental peace, and nosy neighbors are now like an impediment.
A surreal feeling of love and blessing surrounds me.
I hope to see faith in humanity restored."
Her pages are now complete with poems and short musings alike.
The laptop stores her inner thoughts in the form of short stories.
These stories are like an inspiration to her to fulfill her dreams and desires.
The outcome will be strong enough for her to begin a new journey."
With Your Beloved
We are living in times of uncertainity and doubt.
The future is bright and fragile with hovering dark clouds.
Feelings have been shattered and tears roll down.
Angry looks and pure disdain shown through the crowds.
She knew this look of her beloved.
She knew it would harm him if he was not taken away.
What she never knew was the ephiphany of words that were written before his last day.
How often she would wonder about her new life?
The walks in the garden and trekking up the hills.
Romance in the woods, while the children were at play.
Roses and olive branches exchanged with the neighbours.
Life in the village with your beloved
You and Me
You gave up on me because of a trivial issue.
You never sought me out because of your ego issue.
How would we ever be together???
Figure out your place in my life, cause I know that I have been shown the door.
Waiting anxiously for your response.
I could sense that this was the end.
However positivity has its strenght and I know that we will once again be together hopefully.