I felt better this morning... so I spend the morning in the garden..
The birds chirping and fluttering their wings wide to conquer the heights they wanted to fly...
For a moment I wanted to be a bird and fly away..; next moment I wanted to be a cloud up in the sky, so light and tender...
I walked to the gate to see the road and may be some people... I loved to look at strangers...; they minding their own business... They don't know me and same way from my side...
I saw a girl in a uniform walking towards this side from a long distance...
I have never had a change to wear one...
She had a cheerful way of walking... she seemed happy.. Its soo much fun to look at somebody when they are not watching...haha
Suddenly she looked at me and smiled... I didn't know how to react... I just glanced back....
Does she know me?! I don't know her anyway... But why would somebody laugh at a stranger?
-tta
I saw her even today... And she smiled again... I didn't smile back...she is a stranger...why should I smile?
-tta
Its been a week and still that little kid smiles whenever she sees me; even though I never returned one back...
All the people who know me would smile at me... but their smile always had a flavour of pity in them and I hated it and never smiled back....
I am not that sick... Everybody will die one day...; sometimes I might be going away a bit faster than them.. What's the difference anyway?
-tta
I hate to be in bed all the time...but when doctor says...mom will never allow me to get out of it...
But thank God... I have you....my lovely diary ,to write and also many many and many books to take me to the world I belong...
I never had friends... Actually I had but I can't say they were something like that...
They just never act normal as friends but like caretakers and I hated it! And so I distanced myself from everybody as much as possible...
May be coz of this... I never wanted a company... I just loved to be alone and spend my time reading and being in a world of my own...
-tta
I wonder how can that little girl keep on smiling at a stranger just like that many times even after having no good response...
Weird!
What an unusual thing to happen! She is here to see me!
I couldn't stop but smile! This girl is something!
I guess mom got a feeling like we are friends.... She seemed happy.
The girl seemed amused looking at the books on shelves... I can say that looking at her expression..
May be I should lend her a book..
-tta
Her name is Jess. I know nothing much about her.
I gave her a lot of books to read..
She is a fun loving little girl.. Her enthusiasm to know a story is what I like about her the most..
-tta
I'm sick... I can feel it. But when Jess is around I literally don't feel that way!
We discuss about fiction and fantasy... It is all fun... I get to smile a lot...
I feel I have never been happy this way!
To be honest I feel like I always had this lonely feeling somewhere inside me... I just shielded it always and never showed... But Jess... she somehow found it.....
I can never have a friend like her ever again!
I don't know how to express... so I just tell her stories and help her to explore a world of fantasy that I know and that I have been living in all this time...
I feel that's the biggest gift I can give her from my side before I leave.
-tta
I am not feeling well inside...but I managed to write a poem for my lil Jess this morning and I gave it to her when was here...
My mom have always told me that she became the most happiest after I was born.
And for me... I feel the most delighted after having Jess into my life...
She tends to fill that void of a friend and a sister at the same time....
The best thing about her is that she never sees me as a sick person but just like any ordinary!
I feel happy... And I can smile wholeheartedly!
I feel complete!
-tta
(Diary entries of Violetta after she met Jess)
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Violetta
Genç Kurgu' What is your name?' I asked ' May be... you will find it gradually.. and will never forget...' . . . . This story will leave something in your heart forever... (This is a short fiction with a poem included) #3 in shortfiction #10 in closefriends