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The shifting play of light and shadow, driving past the deserted streets. The downpour of heavy rain, igniting the fervent flow of undoused flame.
She stole a glance of him and met his sweet chocolate gaze, a smile touched the corners of his mouth, bringing back a fimiliar fire in her heart, telling her dreams had begun again.
His eyes fixed on the road ahead, their minds on the “remember when” s, unvoiced feelings filling the heat of the chilly night, warmth of their skin brushing past by.
Darker stories followed the lighter tales, making her feel at home in the middle of nowhere,their entangled fingers filled her with what she craved since forever and a day.
Oh how those shattered pieces that she lay bare infront of him, cut her when the night had ended and with that, the half knitted dream. And oh how deftly she hid the agony of leaving it all behind, swirling her skirt around and disappearing into the absoluteness.
To the ones it doesn’t happen for.
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I put my hand on the couch between us, waiting for you to sluggishly brush your hand against mine, for me to turn beetroot by the intentions of your lazy contagious smile. I look over to you, too engrossed in the story on screen than in our own colorless ballad, that I could feel you slipping away form our delightful ditty and that I have ceased to be your only felicity.
And it was a sore awakening that our hearts no longer skip beats together and that time has had its way even in our ‘come what may’.
People give up when the lullaby ends. And so many unfulfilled dreams frizzle out. When the sparks die out, stories break off, feelings ebb away and the memories made often remain off the beaten path. And its tragic how so many ‘happily ever after’s come down to this.
Beaten and abused by the ones who promise to protect and care for her,
Discriminated and exploited by the society that worships Goddesses,
Misunderstood and unaware of her own strength and capabilities,
Her soul cries every night to sleep. He soul cries for being a woman.
Photo credit goes to the very talented Jennifer Mazumder (ig : the_lost_star_ )
Far from the world, this place is serene. Its air is tranquil yet not free from the hard knocks of life.
I look around and find them by my side. Aspiring and hard headed, looking way ahead in the future, wanting to leave thier marks in the world. They walk by me as we take on life, picking up the bricks to build our castles, taking little steps, breaking stereotypes one at a timein this little village that has forever been our home.
And a day will come, when minds will change even in the tiniest of places as we’ll become the queen of our fate. And no one will doubt our capabilities or mistake us for frail, ever again.