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
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------You are what you say.You are what you believe.You are what you feel.I have heard it a thousand times, but not once did I think my life would come full circle, like a 360-degree turn.Have you ever seen a man crying for help? You may not have, but I have seen it, I have touched it, and I have felt it. It was always a girl in fifth standard crying when her mates locked her in an empty classroom, the girl who couldn't escape her vulnerability, the girl who used to cry every night. But then again, she never imagined that even a grown-up man could be disappointed by something, that a grown-up wouldn't yell and blame the waiter for his mistake, but would simply let it go, with moisture in his eyes as he got lost down memory lane.Why is he lost? Why didn't he say something to the waiter? Isn't that what he's supposed to do? My heart wrenched at a later thought as
------_-----------+--+++++++++--------++++++---Ofcourse you will hurt me, of ofcourse I will hurt you---------------+++++----------++------------------Interviewer: "It's great, Mr. Abhimaan Kapoor, that you want to experience nature up close. But I would recommend that you meet with the local people here."He looked tense for a second. I could see a frown forming between his eyes, and then he gulped.I knew he didn't have the time to meet the people who live here, learn their stories, or understand how they maintain their livelihoods. So, let's see what he does. It would be hilarious to see him feel helpless in front of a journalist. I smirked while thinking all of this."Yes. Why wouldn't I?" he replied in a firm tone. While he was busy talking to the journalist for the magazine shoot, I was trying to capture the majestic view with my eyes.I wish I could live here forever—the fresh air, the cloudy sky. Oh, how I love the color of the sky here. It feels like magic. When the cold w
You are on top and the next thing you witness cold droplets on your shoulders, and what you will do? You will feel nature, its greenery and the surroundings around you. Because it’s a lifetime movement that will stay forever in your heart. But I was occupied with dealing with his tantrums. That's what I thought until I saw him closing his eyes, looking upward at the sky and smiling as he never smiled before. Is he a nature lover? When I was busy drooling over him, he taunted me again, “what are you waiting for? Come on I have to catch the sunrise and get done with the magazine photoshoot,” I started following him again even in the heavy rain. The trekking areas started to become difficult and more slippery. The wide area around me was open and gave a serenic view. I was quite busy admiring the view. That's when it hit me that I was quite alone ony journey and he was nowhere to be seen. “Mr. Kapoor? Where are you? “ I screamed. Yes, I screamed because we were in the middle of now
-----There are a lot of fallacies and I do not want to fall in between any of them. I was still doing what I was doing yesterday. Yes! Serving the elite class employees what they were asking and fulfilling everyone's request; only the legal ones.And somewhere in my heart I knew, i didn't join here to do all this but I have to learn so I kept doing evrything with a little smile on my face. But that too wasn't handled by him so sent me another task.He is going for a magazine shoot and he has ordered me to travel with this team and do what I am doing here.I don't know where the interview will going to happen but I received the orders from the upper authority to get ready and do exactly what I was supposed to do here. This means serving other employees while he was busy with the shoot because that's my job. I wanted to yell at Mr. Abhiman Kapoor, but I didn’t want to give him another chance to shatter me in front of my whole family. I learned that the shoot would take place in Dha
------Madness is not something that craves the heart, it is the decline, and I am the one who is on the verge of falling to the ocean from the sky. "Ms Jessica, are you fine?" Tania's cult voice made me come back into reality."This is reception area, and you have to attend everyone by putting a smile on your face," "What do you mean?" "I mean what I said! In this way, Mr Kapoor will know if you are capable enough to interact with others or not!" "But... I...? " "There's no but... Just do as you are directed."By giving me instructions she just left. What the hell is going on? How am I going to do this? Standing all day, greeting and making a small person without knowing them? Especially when I have always lived in a nutshell?However, as far as I can see from here.. I can imagine the smirk on Abhimaan's face, if I failed to do the first task."No you can't lose," "Welcome to the SiTech Groups, HAHAHA," "Is something wrong with her? Why she was laughing to herself?" "Did you
In the chaos, she finds herself --------------------------------++-+-------------++Sometimes, it is hard to even think that what is on screen is not believable. everything looks so suspicious here, but that's what it is about. I also saw Mom and Dad arrive when Tamanna tried hard to fit in. Maybe she is trying not to be here, but I thought of fresh air. Was I still working for him here? I do not know. I came to know when he was a substitute that he was looking at me to collect the items for them as I was their servant. a man came to order me that his boss asked me. I ran inside, following the direction of that man in his 40s. Abhimaan, " What were you doing outside? I want you to take care of our belongings till we greet our other guests," my dear sister clung to her arm. "Yes, sir. As you say, Mr Kapoor," I said, closing my eyes. I then carried the huge box he had given to Tamanna. I was on their trail, walking as their lost puppy. When the moment became silent, my cell phone be
Mean girls are not born. They are made, and I am not here to play a game like everyone else. I may have a mission in my mind, but firecrackers are going on. When I look at my image in the mirror, I find nothing but confusion. The crisis is going on, and soon, there will only be a departure.On my way back to home, I took the route from India Gate. I really love this place. With too much going on, life can never stop in Delhi.They breathed the fresh air and took a glimpse of the war memorial, too. Only God knows how many people have died so that people like me can breathe in fresh air. But maybe they never knew chains are not physical only. I wish I could go back in time and learn something from them. How did they fight? With all the resources, they have done so much, and I can't even do a single thing with everything I have. What is the matter? Why have I lost track of time?You know, Tragedy is that the definition of freedom varies at different times. When it was needed the most, w
-------------------------------The circles of life have come together once again. What once was here will not be anymore, and nobody can do anything about it. That's how life works, right?I am in bed and trying to sleep, and the obnoxious thought of my sister and Mr Abhimaan Kpoor kissing is coming into my head.It's gross!Why the hell am I thinking about it? It's good for them that they found each other the great Tamanna, as Abhimaan will be together now, and I do not have to worry about anything.The good news is that Mom and Dad won't pay too much attention to me when I go about my business. I will focus on doing what I love, focusing on my novel, when Mr Abhimaan Kapoor spends more time with my so-called sister, who returned from the US.Well, I think my sister is hiding something from all of us. Sometimes, she made me suspicious about her presence now, how she came suddenly and why she was floating with him.The only thing I can say is that the mysteries of the night are not
Since human existence on this earth, the weather changed.Before, it was the sunset crease waiting for its dawn, and now it's nothing all black. My heart was not normal. It was hammering like a maniac in my chest. All I could think was what Abhimaan was going to say. Whose name is he going to take? But then I saw him with Tamanna Di. Good, let her enjoy his company while I try to put my focus more on the moonlight that was trying to break the wooden grating.How can my life take such surprising turns of events? I do not like her, but I have always respected her in some sense that no matter what she did to me, she will always be my big sister to protect me from society's unwillingness. I wonder what the girl back in the fifth grade used to think.I remember coming home only to hear I was the daughter my parents never wanted because I failed a maths test. And my Tamanna Di was there. She didn't say anything; not even a flinch of mere words came out from his mouthI left the home to