I don't know if it continues for every Saturday but yeah, this is the start of "Story - Saturday", and this is the first story. I'm repeating again, don't expect much from an expert procrastinator, who's often out of ideas as well.
I guess we shall move on to the story now.
Esha had taken a decision far ago...not falling in love with anyone again. She had somehow caught philophobia running through her blood, inside out. But still she couldn't deny nor she was ready to accept the fact that she is falling hard, every passing day for him.
Himanshu ; he was rightly calm and cool as the moon itself, just what his name signified. He cared for her the way she would and always will feel a need for. She knew he would be more than happy if she accepts the reality but she was heck reluctant. Both had decided to go with the flow. Both were having strong feelings for each other; buried, hidden, unsaid inside their hearts.
She knew Himanshu stands for moon and she would daily go on her terrace and stare at the moon as if it's his face. Magically, she would get the same feeling and vibes when he's around her. She would converse with moon, murmuring and spilling all the secrets, truths and feelings. But she was not ready to change the label of "only friends" into something else.
One fine day, Himanshu was jogging in the park as usual. His eyes went on a paper lying on the bench where he had sat after getting tired. He read some negative lines contained in it; something like:
The very next day, Esha went to the same park where Himanshu used to go; just in case if she could steal a glance. But he had stopped going to that place after that incident. Her eyes were desperately searching for him, ended up being closed with a sigh of hopelessness. She sat on a bench. It was the same bench where Himanshu used to sit. She was feeling empty and alone. Cool breeze was flowing and which brought some autumn leaves and a chit. She took the hold of it and read it curiously,
Are words really this much powerful to predict the future and construct the present? Are they capable of changing one's emotions and decisions?
Himanshu ; he was rightly calm and cool as the moon itself, just what his name signified. He cared for her the way she would and always will feel a need for. She knew he would be more than happy if she accepts the reality but she was heck reluctant. Both had decided to go with the flow. Both were having strong feelings for each other; buried, hidden, unsaid inside their hearts.
She knew Himanshu stands for moon and she would daily go on her terrace and stare at the moon as if it's his face. Magically, she would get the same feeling and vibes when he's around her. She would converse with moon, murmuring and spilling all the secrets, truths and feelings. But she was not ready to change the label of "only friends" into something else.
One fine day, Himanshu was jogging in the park as usual. His eyes went on a paper lying on the bench where he had sat after getting tired. He read some negative lines contained in it; something like:
She used to see his face in the glowing moon; at last the dark night arrived to wipe his face out of her memory...Coincidentally same happened with him. Esha suddenly closed all the doors for him, she didn't even want to see his face. He was now emotionless, frustrated and clueless about what was happening into his life. Esha too wasn't happy there, nobody knew what happened and suddenly those lines flashed in front of Himanshu.
The very next day, Esha went to the same park where Himanshu used to go; just in case if she could steal a glance. But he had stopped going to that place after that incident. Her eyes were desperately searching for him, ended up being closed with a sigh of hopelessness. She sat on a bench. It was the same bench where Himanshu used to sit. She was feeling empty and alone. Cool breeze was flowing and which brought some autumn leaves and a chit. She took the hold of it and read it curiously,
I will bring you thousands of fireflies on the darkest of all nights, just in case you lost my memories in the transient tenebrosity where the moon lies...She held the chit tight and started sobbing, realising that she was missing him, a lot. And everything changed; the doors she had closed for him were now broken into pieces so that they can never be joined, she ran as fast as she could so that she can reach him before her mind changes.
Are words really this much powerful to predict the future and construct the present? Are they capable of changing one's emotions and decisions?
Esha looked at her watch, the time was showing 5:55, she started ringing the doorbell desperately and continuously like a kiddo. And before Himanshu opens the door mom woke me up. It was 5:55 in the clock and I was like mom!! If you didn't have woke me up; story wouldn't have remained incomplete....
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