JustAnu

 continued from  Part I “What place is it. Why do you want me to leave? And, sweetie, why are you sad?” He dabbed his eyes in mine, his look strong enough to startle me and his expressions very mature for his age.   “There is a war going on and we all are going to die.” War? Seriously. I can’t see anyone fighting. There is no bombarding. No loud cries and howls or struggle against anything. Things look peaceful.   “We all have been given a drug which we didn’t realise while we ingested it. We couldn’t be saved now. I know you are from the history. You won’t understand.” I kept staring him, waiting for him to go on. Things were unbelievable yet I was speechless considering his expressions. What does he mean when he said I am from history? When we all are born, there are some modifications are done into our genes to gives us superpowers. Superpower, if I consider you. Its very normal for us. This was a bliss. People were happy with their powers but one day,...

I lay awake in the patch of shadows and moonlight peeking in though my semi-open window, waiting for my parents to come back home. They left for respective meetings and in spite of knowing the fact that they won’t me back home soon, my heart lure to feel their presence and my eyes moistens, making my vision blur. It’s not the first time, nor the last.  It would be my future as it was my past. Thoughts in my mind were racing, disappearing faster than I could have comprehend them. I raised up from the bed and without turning the lights on, I walked towards the door with my intentions clear to me. I didn’t pull out a jacket but it was expected to be cool outside.  “You should protect yourself from getting swayed with your unwitty impulsive mind. It won’t take time for cool things to become cold for you.”  These would have been the words of my mom had she been here but, anyways. She has always been great in playing with words, creating their maze around me. It was the...

  I fade in and out of my thoughts. I oscillate between the thoughts snatching my attention and later, liberating me to drift back to the soothing sleep which says that nothing else matters. My thought leaves my side when my sleep drifts me away with it and I come back to my never-ceasing-to-think brain with another dream. Everyone else in the home is asleep in their own imaginatory world that belongs just, just to them. As I open my eyes, nothing is visible to me. Darkness engulfs everything. No even ones shadow is spared from it. I open the window a bit more, to let in the moonlight shining and dancing outside. It enlightens the room a bit but not all the nook and corners of it. Stepping out from the bed, I turned on a little torch and searched for mirrors (I couldn’t turn on the lights as I don’t want to break the spell casted in the moment by the night).Now, by placing the mirrors the way I want them to be , I could direct the moonlight to the place I want it to glimmer arounds...

Living in a bubble, does it sound like a segment from a fairy tale? I do. I live in a bubble which is walled by my people, my responsibilities, both personal and professional, and till some extent, my hobbies, the things I love to do and pour out my heart on them. I have the same routine to be repeated every day. Wake, attend classes, do homework if any, and study as much as you can (well, I do it at my own pace). The activities are either driven by force or will, and we do it. As every night, I climbed up the stairs of my home to reach up at the terrace and have a few minutes (which unintentionally get stretched to about 30 mins) to myself and just enjoy the scene of being present in the world. I look up at the moon and the stars. The dark sky with some clouds giving it whitish-grey shade yet at other times, making the sky grow darker by their presence! That’s weird, isn’t it? I talk to myself about what happened and what needs to prepared for the next time. That’s my time, to t...

  I have got 6 hours before getting off for another city, the task that dragged me out of   my bed this morning, got me ready before stars could have hidden and I had to see the lazy cat stretching themselves after looking at me as if I have disturbed them at their odd hours. I got on the bus from where I live and reached here, town XYZ and after 6 hours I would be leaving for the town ABC as that’s the place I actually need to be at for getting the work done. I got out of the bus on I was boarding and knowing that these are the only few hours I have to look around the place and get some rest and take out the time out from overwhelmingly fast life and to get slow, I first wanted to go grab something for my growling appetite. I entered a narrow street having boards in which the directions of a café were given. I followed the direction and looking at the same logo ahead of me, I entered even narrower, kind of dark corridor which led to stairs having faint yet beautiful lights,...

  My brain now feels like an unstoppable tornado with thoughts swirling in and out about some of the past days’ events. I am unable to reduce the pace it has picked up. The past week was eventful, indeed yet the conversation I had with one of my friends have dominated my thoughts. I feel tired and I mentally note to prepare a coffee as nearly slouch on my chair. It’s a beautiful evening, well to be precise, 4:30 pm on the clock and I have just got free from the mess created by a new job, a new area to live in, a new bunch of people ad new set of responsibility. Till now, I didn’t have to struggle much for whatever I wanted . When it comes to happiness, I have always found myself at the receiving end but now ,with no one close available to me , I guess I need to be at the provider end of happiness first for myself and later for others too. I am hungry, I could hear my stomach growling. Well, it’s too late to call my meal a Lunch and its way too early for it to be called a dinn...

  First Hang-out with Friends. Click. Got an Award. Click. Had once in a life time makeup. Click. Met a long-gone friend. Click. Lost a game. Click. Went on trip with friends. Click. Click. Click.   So many pictures!? I plan to get all the pictures as hard copy and tie them all into strings and only after making sure that each and every detail is well illuminated by the little lights I would be placing at their top, the string of captured memories would have its place across the room's walls.   "I have captured memories of the best times with my best people around" i thought going through each picture over and over again and never ceasing to drown in the feeling of nostalgia and not losing my spirit, I added  "and would continue to do so in the upcoming years."   Its the first time I have moved out to live on my own and not being sure about the other two rooms of the apartment, I, at least, want this room to be the Room of my  Thou...