Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

1. For The First Time_The Script

'There are no worse prisons than words'. 

A single line of his newly found love that is none other than another book he found from a 'forbidden' book store, actually, just a sale near his college, at a decent price and nothing would haul up his spirit as a really good story does. 

Shane had always found solace in words although he was a pathetic writer, pathetic with language, pathetic with vocabulary, and let's not even get into the conventional knowledge of the language. Yet, he never gave up on his one dream of being a writer. He didn't want to pass on any message to the world, he didn't want to make a statement, and he didn't even want to teach anyone anything. He just wanted to be heard. 

He wouldn't say this to a lot of people but he always had his mind racing, confused like a maze, labyrinth of unsaid words he called it the palace of mind. He was in some random lecture that day and had his mind focused on the Elan 3.0 invitations that were to be sent to other colleges. He regarded everything to be nothing but a drag. Elan was their annual college fest. 

Why can't an invitation be a simple formal letter? Fine, it has to be good-looking but why place it in a box then? Okay, a good-looking box is also fine but why the interior has to be decorated too? And who the fuck sends an invite to fifty colleges that too are far? He knew, so did the entire committee, their own college folks don't attend normal college lectures staying that far, balls these colleges will come.

The lecture was over. It was his first lecture of a new semester after a bloody long two months break. Nothing changed, his first bench isolation and peace, his interest in the subject which was none that didn't change, and the annoying teachers didn't change although that was one thing he strongly believed should have changed. The classrooms were dull. The paint on the wall was ochre and tinted windows with orange curtains. Four rows and three-seater benches to accommodate 70 people in the classroom. There were low light and leaking air conditioners. The classroom lacked the learning vibe but it didn't matter because he never found his place in the class with the people. 

There were many in his classroom that lacked what he thought he had was ambition. He got played in staying in the college last year although his grades were just enough to get him out to a better college but he couldn't because he was denied a termination letter. He didn't push it which he regrets but he was grateful for whatever happened. He learned that life can never be as simple and fair as you would like it to be and people are always going to get the better of you but that will only be possible if you let them. The one who can take a no for an answer to what he wants will never be in a position to say no to someone else.

He walked out of his class dancing, not because of happiness but because he realized this semester would be another pain in the ass and it was better to be excited for the meeting of his creative department. He always tried to portray himself as the kind of senior he considered his seniors to be. He had approximately half an hour to kill so he decided to go down for his all-time favorite ritual, Marlboro hard. But, he stopped. Something happened. Something beautiful. He saw her for the first time.

Caroline was sitting outside his classroom near the stairs where every latecomer or anyone who was kicked out of class was seated. He knew her by the fact that she had helped him in making a box invite which the teachers had refused to see (he was very angry about it and that's why had purposely delayed stuff thereon).

Caroline was in her second year pursuing her graduation in banking. She was short in height but highly opinionated. She had curly hair and round eyes. She had an obsession with purple hearts. She had this ability to listen and follow commands which made her extremely polite, most of the time. 

 This time she wasn't sitting alone, she had a colleague, friend, classmate, or whatever you can say along with her. 

Long brownish-black hair neatly tied in a pony, childish chubbiness, ice-cold skin, yet her smile had warmth, her eyes were something else only, you could drown in them happily and wouldn't wish to be saved. Although it sounds like she was the next Winslet which she could have been if she wanted to but it wasn't just the looks that caught his attention. It was her aura. Some people have a very strong personality. They tend to radiate that energy around them like people who walk into the room and you feel like the air changing.