How can someone be so nice, so forgiving? He didn't ask for once.... why did she go away, abandoning him in the middle of the street, when, he needed her help the most ? He was severely injured, profusely bleeding. Chance of survival ? There was no surety about that. His only hope was 'she', when she left him. Then, why did he not stone her with accusations and words that would break her from within? Why did he show no signs of vengeance in him? Why was she not punished ? Why did he not tell the police about her? Too many questions. And these questions exerted massive pressure on her brain, as much as would make her brain explode.
The door opened. The silence in the room was torn apart by the sound of a pair of shiny black oxfords, that drew nearer and nearer. Mr. Ross stood up and said, "Hello Mr. Miller". Amanda turned back to check who entered the room. She looked at Mr. Miller. Suddenly, she felt numbness all over her body. It felt like time froze in that moment. She could sense no sound around her. She was shocked. Her face started losing its color.
The rear door opened and a pair of shiny blue heels stepped out of the car . A lovely lady leant forward, resting her hands on the door, and she slowly rose to her feet, moving her eyes upwards across the structure of the skyscraper. She turned back and hurriedly clunked the door of the car shut and faced the building again. Then, she slowly opened her shades , beneath which, was hidden a pair of dreamy blue eyes, with a blue shimmer eye shadow blended on the eye lids.
She could still see herself lying down on the floor of the cafeteria, her hands trembling, mouth dry, feet cold, just like when she woke up from sleep. She tried to pull herself up, pressing the floor with her arms. Then there was this somebody who suddenly punched.....
Amanda scratched her head hard Nothing made sense. She turned to check if someone else was there behind her, may be her 'mirror image' was looking at that other person, and not her. She looked behind. And she couldn't believe what she was actually seeing. She rubbed her eyes, blinked several times and checked again and again.
One day, one meeting, one memory, several revelations, strange twists - continue reading to feel the thrill.....
A day in the life of a freelance copywriter, one meeting and an eye contact with a stranger....Was he really a stranger? Will one memory change the protagonist's life forever ? Read further to know...
CHAPTER 2 - The Meeting The pitter-patter of the rain on the glass windows felt so soothing - like music to the ears. While gazing at the shiny water droplets on the glass , Amanda called out to the server and ordered a soda. She peeked at her watch to see the time. It’s almost … Continue reading When ‘Strange’ is welcome… (Chapter 2)
CHAPTER 1-The Beginning Amanda sat beside the window, reading her favorite novel . Bright red curtains fell gracefully along the window jambs, swaying lightly as the zephyr blew into the room . The cool breeze brushed against her face , bringing down locks of hair, that she neatly clipped on her head. She smiled as … Continue reading When ‘Strange’ is welcome…(Chapter 1)
Time flies fast, like the wind, it seems. Carrying with it the joy, and woes. That the clock does again, bring back to life In the form of moments that, as memories froze. Clouds of hope these moments are, With shadowy linings that misery casts, They float in the sky our mind provides, As … Continue reading Sands of time …
PART III : THE CONCLUSION Yes, it’s almost 12 years now, Dr. Aloke lives with Alzheimer’s disease , as diagnosed , weeks after that incident ,when he went missing. Maya and Saanjh, were too young to understand, and things were happening so fast, that, for both children and adults, it was hard to perceive. … Continue reading Maya-an illusion….. (The conclusion)
PART II : THE MYSTERY UNFOLDS It’s a summer evening in Kolkata, almost 8:30 PM now. The temperature has dropped a few degrees, but, humidity is still very high . A pleasant breeze swept away the dust on the streets, besides, giving little comfort from the humidity. Maya left from work at around 7:00. She … Continue reading Maya – an illusion ….. PART II
PART I : THE BEGINNING As the day came to an end , Maya gazed at the clear blue sky blankly . Her job made her days busy, and hardly gave her the time to think beyond her duties. It was difficult to take some time out, for herself, her likes and dislikes, her hobbies-that once … Continue reading Maya – an illusion…..
A poetry --- Struggles are never adored , but, it's importance at the same time can't be ignored. It helps us discover ourselves further . Without struggles, there would be nothing like- success or victory.