... autumn's fair breeze. The pages she glanced through, wafted into her nostrils first, a whiff of dust.
She was reminded of the carefree days of old, lingering in small inked characters. These texts stood as a symbol of emotion. She flipped through, page by page, ignoring the sentences but admiring with aesthetic emotion, the craftsmanship.
She closed the book once more. Waiting a few seconds to reacclimate to her surroundings. She reopened the hardcover back but this time, feeling its barked weight. The texts encapsulated within this journal spoke to her of infantile days when imaginative thinking was optimistic thinking. Ki realised again what it was like to note emotions on paper and have it matter to her alone.
If only her steps could retrace themselves to the oceans of naivety, let her heart beat from the sudden glances of handsome counterparts, and bleed on to paper the tales of forbidden love, a quest for revenge, and honour restored. All these she reimagined once again. Now she only waited fervently for life to tear her a new script.
And in that moment. In that sliver of seconds, everything that surrounded her spoke to her sentimentality and with it came the steady curving of the corners of her lips into a JOYOUS SMILE...
thebubblesplashHello We are having an open mic on 23rd January Open mic is an event we are having online in which you have to recite your poem/quote/story infront of people and if you win you get a prize delivered to your address
Entry charges are 100 ruppees in which you get featured in magazine and book for free and also get featured in a renowned newspaper.